On Stage

Some of us seem to come into the world knowing exactly what we want. Some of us seem to come into the world searching for what we want.

I belong to the latter group. I was born a wanderer, a flâneur.

Make no mistake, I am a passionate person, I eat sleep and breathe my hobbies and I’ve never had just one hobby. How could I ever know what I wanted to devote myself to?

Towards the end of Jr. High these guidance counselors came to our school to have us fill out all the necessary registration information and we each had to choose which career group we wanted to pledge alligence to. When asked what I wanted to be, the only answer I could give him was, “I’m 14…”

I still think that’s the best answer I’ve ever given to any question I’ve ever been asked.

Fast forward to  2007, fall semester Senior Year. AP classes, officer of two clubs, junior City Councilor, congressional intern, 3 academic letters, teacher’s pet, and most of all MISERABLE.  One class kept me from joining the disenchanted stoner faction.

That class was Intro to Theatre with a teacher/mentor I will never forget or be able to fully thank for everything she did for me.

That class reminded me that even at my most anhedonic, theatre keeps and ember of hope and life in my soul.