i can't believe it's here
four long months.
four agonizing months.
I was so excited at the beginning of this semester to write a play. A completely original piece written by 15 crazy teenagers.
The semester started out with brainstorming, ideas, thoughts, notions. Ben Lee, of course, wrote, along with Teale Peck. They came to class each day with something to share. We work-shopped. We decided what we wanted and what we didn't want. We cast roles. We designated crew chiefs. We changed the ending of the play one week before we opened. I mean, completely re-wrote it. I got to play a lead. I got to be someone with dimension, and someone with real, intense emotions. I got to break out of my shell.
For four months, I've hated, loved, yelled at, cried with, laughed with and shared memories with 15 of my favorite people.
I can't believe it's over. I can't believe I'm leaving them.
These months have been a testament to our bond. We're stronger than we thought- closer than we thought.
The candlelight ceremony was much less emotional than expected. Only a couple of people cried. The rest smiled and laughed at our beautiful memories and our beautiful play we created.
For one moment at least, and even if it was for one moment only, we accepted each other for who we were. Stereotypes were cast aside and I looked into the eyes of my peers and colleagues, not as competitors, but as my family.
I, of course, am speaking before we return once more to school and reality. I left on a beautiful note. I return on the same. What will happen, I can't predict. I have learned so much about myself and my abilities that I never thought I could. I will forever remember this incredible experience that I've had. I will never, ever forget the lessons I've learned and the countless tears of frustration and anger I've cried. I will forever cherish these memories, good, bad and ugly. That is, after all, how we grow, right?
four agonizing months.
I was so excited at the beginning of this semester to write a play. A completely original piece written by 15 crazy teenagers.
The semester started out with brainstorming, ideas, thoughts, notions. Ben Lee, of course, wrote, along with Teale Peck. They came to class each day with something to share. We work-shopped. We decided what we wanted and what we didn't want. We cast roles. We designated crew chiefs. We changed the ending of the play one week before we opened. I mean, completely re-wrote it. I got to play a lead. I got to be someone with dimension, and someone with real, intense emotions. I got to break out of my shell.
For four months, I've hated, loved, yelled at, cried with, laughed with and shared memories with 15 of my favorite people.
I can't believe it's over. I can't believe I'm leaving them.
These months have been a testament to our bond. We're stronger than we thought- closer than we thought.
The candlelight ceremony was much less emotional than expected. Only a couple of people cried. The rest smiled and laughed at our beautiful memories and our beautiful play we created.
For one moment at least, and even if it was for one moment only, we accepted each other for who we were. Stereotypes were cast aside and I looked into the eyes of my peers and colleagues, not as competitors, but as my family.
I, of course, am speaking before we return once more to school and reality. I left on a beautiful note. I return on the same. What will happen, I can't predict. I have learned so much about myself and my abilities that I never thought I could. I will forever remember this incredible experience that I've had. I will never, ever forget the lessons I've learned and the countless tears of frustration and anger I've cried. I will forever cherish these memories, good, bad and ugly. That is, after all, how we grow, right?