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Behind this cut is something quite bizarre. Something that would make even me cringe. And it did. It's another essay for colleges.
So if you do doubt your strength or courage COME NO FURTHER!
Pride, poise, and courage; the three things that most freshmen boys at Mater Dei High School hear from the moment that they even think about the school. These three things are what Monarch football is all about and it is these three things that I believed would be able to help me find a place after grade school. My junior high school career was what some people might call turbulent; I never really fit in and had maybe two real friends that I could rely. With the assistance of my challenger father and grandfather I signed up to play football for the two-time national, twelve-time state, and twenty-one-time league championship Mater Dei Monarchs.
I expected to be friends with nearly everyone on the team and hang out with people every weekend. But that never happened. The number of enemies on the team that I had somehow gained far outweighed the number of friends on the team. And I never did anything with any of my teammates. I stuck through the season with difficulty. A relief came to me during the middle of spring training for the next year. Amidst the insanity of me not knowing who I fit in with, and the knowledge that I didn’t particularly like football, my freshman English class started reading Romeo and Juliet. In class I read for a number of parts including the fiery Tybalt and of course, Romeo. I felt like I could reach into myself and pull parts of who I was into the characters and I felt as though I wanted to do this more than just in class. During the time that I was reading the play, I met some people through my youth group who seemed like they were just about the happiest people in the world. I came to the decision that I was going to try something else in school and leave football behind. Only it wasn’t that easy.
As I stated earlier, my father is a competitor. It was difficult for him to allow me to leave football to do something as seemingly crazy as theatre. The summer between my freshman and sophomore years was full of drama between the family because of what I wanted to do and what my dad wanted me to do. In the end he made me play through my sophomore year and I had no time to do anything in theatre in the first semester. Then on a day in February, after sixth block football, I headed down to the drama room to audition for my first play, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. I was cast in the role of the town drunk, Muff Potter (the name hasn’t left me since). So everyday after my period of football was over I headed to liberation in room 215 where rehearsals took place.
That production was one of the greatest points of my life. I had finally broken free of the tyrannical football program and had started doing something that actually interested me. However, the greatest part of the experience was the time when I actually knew that my father was proud of me. It was the night of the second performance of Tom Sawyer. He had seen me and how much I had put into the show and when he saw me finally perform and actually do well he knew that I wasn’t who he was in high school. He looked at me after the show and said as always, “I’m so proud of you,” the only difference was that this time he said it with such honesty and deliberateness that I knew it was true. Everything in the past year had all been worth it.
Since then I haven’t been able to get enough of the theatre life. Whether it be directing, stage managing, teching, writing, amending scripts for our school shows, or even acting, yes, acting (who knew), I have been completely involved. There is nothing that can compare to controlling the emotions of your auditions through your performance. You can make them laugh, you can make them cry, you can even make them want to get up and leave which most people don’t want to have happen. Nothing compares to it. Well, one thing does: knowing your father is truly proud of you after sixteen years.
But of course, this is just a draft that is rough. Take it lightly. And warm me before you yell at me for errors.
So if you do doubt your strength or courage COME NO FURTHER!
Pride, poise, and courage; the three things that most freshmen boys at Mater Dei High School hear from the moment that they even think about the school. These three things are what Monarch football is all about and it is these three things that I believed would be able to help me find a place after grade school. My junior high school career was what some people might call turbulent; I never really fit in and had maybe two real friends that I could rely. With the assistance of my challenger father and grandfather I signed up to play football for the two-time national, twelve-time state, and twenty-one-time league championship Mater Dei Monarchs.
I expected to be friends with nearly everyone on the team and hang out with people every weekend. But that never happened. The number of enemies on the team that I had somehow gained far outweighed the number of friends on the team. And I never did anything with any of my teammates. I stuck through the season with difficulty. A relief came to me during the middle of spring training for the next year. Amidst the insanity of me not knowing who I fit in with, and the knowledge that I didn’t particularly like football, my freshman English class started reading Romeo and Juliet. In class I read for a number of parts including the fiery Tybalt and of course, Romeo. I felt like I could reach into myself and pull parts of who I was into the characters and I felt as though I wanted to do this more than just in class. During the time that I was reading the play, I met some people through my youth group who seemed like they were just about the happiest people in the world. I came to the decision that I was going to try something else in school and leave football behind. Only it wasn’t that easy.
As I stated earlier, my father is a competitor. It was difficult for him to allow me to leave football to do something as seemingly crazy as theatre. The summer between my freshman and sophomore years was full of drama between the family because of what I wanted to do and what my dad wanted me to do. In the end he made me play through my sophomore year and I had no time to do anything in theatre in the first semester. Then on a day in February, after sixth block football, I headed down to the drama room to audition for my first play, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. I was cast in the role of the town drunk, Muff Potter (the name hasn’t left me since). So everyday after my period of football was over I headed to liberation in room 215 where rehearsals took place.
That production was one of the greatest points of my life. I had finally broken free of the tyrannical football program and had started doing something that actually interested me. However, the greatest part of the experience was the time when I actually knew that my father was proud of me. It was the night of the second performance of Tom Sawyer. He had seen me and how much I had put into the show and when he saw me finally perform and actually do well he knew that I wasn’t who he was in high school. He looked at me after the show and said as always, “I’m so proud of you,” the only difference was that this time he said it with such honesty and deliberateness that I knew it was true. Everything in the past year had all been worth it.
Since then I haven’t been able to get enough of the theatre life. Whether it be directing, stage managing, teching, writing, amending scripts for our school shows, or even acting, yes, acting (who knew), I have been completely involved. There is nothing that can compare to controlling the emotions of your auditions through your performance. You can make them laugh, you can make them cry, you can even make them want to get up and leave which most people don’t want to have happen. Nothing compares to it. Well, one thing does: knowing your father is truly proud of you after sixteen years.
But of course, this is just a draft that is rough. Take it lightly. And warm me before you yell at me for errors.