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i don't know what i am doing. at all.
but
i made the dean's list with a 3.75. holler. of course i got a b+ in acting again, but fuck it. re-auditioned and was re-accepted into the bfa acting program. i think there are 16 of us now. so why do you keep giving me bs? because i don't talk enough. well fuck that. it's called acting motherfuckers, why do you give a fuck about me? i know what's going on in here, you don't have to. whatever. my teacher said my monologue was "amazing." so that's cool. fuck it.
this was a super productive semester and i feel great about it.
i got good grades
i wrote fucking baller papers
i gave kick ass speeches
i wasn't cut from the program
i read 40+ books and plays
i made myself audition for stupid student shit and emerson stage. fail. but i tried right. and good auditioning practice.
i painted.
i crafted.
i made photoooos.
i entertained visitors.
i made new friends.
i explored new places.
i got an apartment with my own moneyz.
all this while maintaining relationships with my best friends, a relationship with a boy who consumed most of my time, a relationship with marijuana on the daily, my hygiene, and my health. i experienced things i never let myself experience, and it felt amazing. it feels so fucking good.
you don't have to be proud of me, but for once i am proud of me. and i only want to do more.
let the summer begin.
but
i made the dean's list with a 3.75. holler. of course i got a b+ in acting again, but fuck it. re-auditioned and was re-accepted into the bfa acting program. i think there are 16 of us now. so why do you keep giving me bs? because i don't talk enough. well fuck that. it's called acting motherfuckers, why do you give a fuck about me? i know what's going on in here, you don't have to. whatever. my teacher said my monologue was "amazing." so that's cool. fuck it.
this was a super productive semester and i feel great about it.
i got good grades
i wrote fucking baller papers
i gave kick ass speeches
i wasn't cut from the program
i read 40+ books and plays
i made myself audition for stupid student shit and emerson stage. fail. but i tried right. and good auditioning practice.
i painted.
i crafted.
i made photoooos.
i entertained visitors.
i made new friends.
i explored new places.
i got an apartment with my own moneyz.
all this while maintaining relationships with my best friends, a relationship with a boy who consumed most of my time, a relationship with marijuana on the daily, my hygiene, and my health. i experienced things i never let myself experience, and it felt amazing. it feels so fucking good.
you don't have to be proud of me, but for once i am proud of me. and i only want to do more.
let the summer begin.