All newbies to the Disney company have to go through something called traditions. It is basically a 4 hour class where you learn the background of disney, get your diusney worker's ID, and try not to fall asleep. After that, I went to my training to be a character attendant. These classes were eight hours of hell. They could have summed it all up in one sentance. "Be nice to the guests and make sure the characters are protected." After all the training, boringness, and general stupidity that was my first two weeks, I was ready to begin my actual job. I showed up my first day like an energetic puppy in a store window looking to get picked by someone. I put on a shirt that made me look like a bumblebee, shorts that were too big for me, and my black hat and i reported to "boat dock". This is the magical land where all our favorite characters of the hundred acer woods come to meet there fans. It included pooh bear, piglet, tigger, and eeyore. After the first hour, i realized I did not care if pooh lived or died, but dont tell him that. The end of my first day made me feel like it was going to be a long seven month, and you know what? IT WAS!!!

When i got my acceptance letter last year around May, i was happy to be cast as a character attendent. This is basically the person that babysits the characters when they are meeting with guests. I fineshed up the college year, went home to NC, Packed my newly aquired truck (it was actully my grand mothers) spent a day or two with my father down in Georga, then was on my way to Walt Disney World. The morning i arrived i checked in, got my ID for the housing development i was living in (Vista way, it was basically a drom type of situation) and set out to meet my room mates. I dont want to reveal there true names, but i will give them nicknames and describe them. There was Mr. E, who ended up being my best friend for 3 months til we had a falling out (more on that later), Mr. M, who was the gay one, Mr. F, who lasted two weeks before he quit the program, Mr. S, the token black guy, And Mr. G, my roommate. We were a band of misfits thrown together inside one house and forced to live together in harmony. Will we survive? Will we end up killing eachother? Will we ever get past the fact that disney was not what it seams? Found out next time on the most exciting episode yet of THE REAL WORLD DISNEY.