Love Shack [Sophmore Year]
Me with my best buds......and "The Hair".
Well, one quarter down, three more to go…that was really fast. Every good story has a good beginning, so let’s start from there (what I can remember, anyway).
This year would be the year that I officially joined Drama (the big turn in my life). Mr. Guiltner (the drama teacher for the first half of my high school career) pushed me to audition for the fall musical this year (he had to push me because I didn’t audition for a show or for State after I wasn’t cast in Into the Woods during my freshman year), Honk!. I garnered up the courage and auditioned. Sure enough, I got the part of Drake and Froglet # 3 (I really don’t think we had numbers or anything). I was stoked…until I found out that I started the show with a solo. All alone. On the stage. In front of the crowd. When I read the script and noticed that, a big lump formed in my stomach (a lump that wouldn’t disappear until after opening night).
During this show, I would have my first girlfriend. Sophmore year saw my first…second…third…and fourth relationships (yeah, once I sprouted, I blossomed…into some crappy doesn’t-know-what-he’s-doing flower). This first girl was actually my first many things (first “kiss” in 8th grade [which was a random pop kiss, nothing major], first KISS kiss, first breakup, etc…), so it was definitely a memorable point in my life, even though it lasted all of seven days.
Back to my first show. Skipping all of the awesome rehearsals, Sophmore kiddie soap drama, and all that jazz…it was opening night. I can remember my legs shaking like grass in a hurricane. My stomach was killing me (when I get stressed, excited, nervous, or I eat a lot of sugar, my stomach gets butterflies…as well as bumble bees, hornets, and any other hurtful creature that may lurk in my acids) but I just took a few breaths, and walked out on that stage. I saw the crowd, and one thought came to mind, “If I just get through this first verse, I won’t be alone onstage anymore…just one verse…one verse…one verse…” So I sang and acted…and it seemed so fast, because before I knew it, everyone was onstage and we were doing our dance. After this moment, it was smooth sailing…and it was the time of my life.
FastForward to, roughly, Spring. Mr. Guiltner, at the time, was a major influence in my life, as far as getting me into Drama Club and pulling me from the bad crowd. In spring, there was an “all-important, emergency Drama Club meeting”. It was here that Mr. Guiltner would tell us that he would be leaving at the end of this year. We were all devastated, and I don’t know what came over me, but at that moment, I just had to start crying. I hadn’t cried in two years before that point, I remember telling myself that. It was just embarassing. In the end, I thought that we’d still have Mr. Bonner with us (my State competition acting coach at the time). This would not be so. A few weeks after Mr. G told us he was leaving, Mr. Bonner told us that he was going to become a police officer. I felt alone, what with two of my mentors leaving at the same time. It was devastating. But we all decided to forget about this, and try to have fun the rest of the year. And that was one thing our Drama Club is good at doing, forgetting the BS and just living it up.
That Spring saw two things: my first trip to State competition and my first passive interaction with Mr. Rupe (our current Drama teacher). Before I had gone to State, everyone was building it up, talking about having amazing experiences, learning so much, etc. I had all of that and more. State was just amazing. We went to workshops, slept in a .5 star hotel (no, that decimal point is there for a reason, XD), got afraid of getting mugged or shot in front of a bullet-proof Dominoes Pizza, and definitely grew closer as a Club. It will be an experience that would only be topped (possibly) by State Competition ‘08.
I think 700+ words is enough for one blog post, so I will stop here. That was all the good stuff for my Sophmore year (sheesh, that was a book, imagine what Junior year will bring…;-D).
See ya next quarter!
I am Blind.
I just wanted to post a quick blog post so I never forget how blind a person can be. Someone close to me revealed some things about them that I would have never known. It explained a lot for me, and it just made me realize how much my so-called “problems” are nothing. I hope this is one lesson I take from all of this: no matter what I think is a “disaster” in my life, it is nothing compared to what other’s may be going through. I am one of the lucky ones.
AC/DC: Black Ice
AC/DC's Latest Album
Black Ice, in my opinion, is definitely a hit or miss. You won’t see people saying “I liked a few of the songs, but not all of them…” because AC/DC will always be about WORSHIPPING Rock N’ Roll. Their songs all sound similar, have similar undertones, and some even have similar riffs. But this is what draws a true AC/DC fan to AC/DC. They refuse to conform. They refuse to evolve. Since Back in Black (their first album without Bon Scott), they have kept this consistancy which fans have grown to love. My message for this blog is simple: If you’re a fan, get this album, if you hate AC/DC, this album most likely won’t change your mind, and if you haven’t heard enough AC/DC to have an opinion……………..get this album.
Favorite Tracks
Rock n’ Roll Train
Black Ice
She Likes Rock n’ Roll
Wheels
Decibel
Fad Over?
Cutting.
It was very popular fad for a long while. Now? It just seems to have faded away, in my opinion.
The whole “purpose” of cutting was to substitute emotional pain with real, physical pain. I always thought this practice was completely idiotic, and I’ve had some close friends do it regularly. There used to be a time where I could see a slashed up arm at least once a week at my high school, but now, with the death of “emo-maina”, this grotesque practice has become non-existent, at least to my knowledge.
This got me to thinking, however. When does a “fad” become old or dead? What constitutes this? I say when people find a new fad to move on to, but that’s just my opinion. What do you think?
Dream Blog Entries
I have decided, to stimulate my interest in dreams as well as give me a reason to post a blog post more often, to make a new blog (alongside this one) which will be strictly dedicated to putting up dreams that I have, as close to what I remember as possible. So if you find this blog a bit dry, or that I haven’t posted something in a year, just visit the other blog.
rogersdreams.wordpress.com
Moved On.
I haven’t posted anything on here in a while because everytime I view my blog, I see my last post about Weston and it still upsets me greatly. I now know that the best kind of support is a strong one, so I think I need to get past it, pray, and just move on. Seeing the Guiltners’ strength in their faith in God these past few weeks has lifted my spirits and, in a way, reaffirmed my relationship with God. This experience has taught me that God does have His own plan for all of us. There is a reason for everything, from the small high school break-ups, to the death of a beautiful child. It’s all in His hands, and He’s got it covered, I say.
