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Thursday, April 30, 2009
I remember it like it was yesterday...
despite the extreme cliche, this is just as vivid and fresh in my mind as anything that may have happened yesterday
2007. 9th grade. White Thursday. AKA Middle School Play night
regardless of the play and the year, this ominous and auspicious of nights is always the same- I feel somewhat lonely, and unable to embrace leaving friends and new position of seniority, and without fail I always flee to the most comforting refuge: the Buckman stage.
This is my last night of that routine. The surreality of it all is overwhelming, so I flee to a reality that I can grasp, a distraction, a play, the most wholesome of all distractions. Guiltless escapism- I submerge myself in fiction, but I NEED to be there. To tech. to support, what have you.
I truly remember this as if it were yesterday. Mary Lana and I stayed after school until Godspell, reminicing about the seniors' last hours, talking about future theatre endeavors, and all the mystery surrounding black friday. That sounds so bizarre, surreal, almost amusing to think about that. I felt oddly old, yet as if I had all the time in the world. Yet here I am- 16 hours from being those seniors. Those old, experienced, sometimes intimidating, kids we looked up to as wide-eyed, flustered freshmen. I simply don't understand. Those memories- dilligently scribbling godspell blocking, pre-godspell chats, wailing at 2007 black friday- are literally just as crisp in my mind as taking an AP world test yesterday. What has happened in that odd 2 year blur in between those memories? Where has the time gone? What have I become?
4:59 pm. April 30th.
I'm anxiously waiting until I can go to the play, just so be in that familiar darkness of the booth, warmth of the stagelights, and familiar fluster of pre-show activity that I crave right now. I need to be with the classmates I love, those fellow actresses with whom I've experienced so much. I feel so disconnected...I need to be grounded in the most familiar place I can imagine.
Theatre, here I come.
Measuring life in love at.2:42 PM
Ann
Loves:Theatre(shocking), Armenia, Nutella, Rain, Musicals, World Music, Spanish, Origami, Tolerance, Scrubs, Reading, Tech, Poetry, Peace, Screenwriting, Travel, Wedding Cakes, Art Class, Shakespeare, Contemporary Issues.
Loathes: Algebra, High School Musical, Athletics, Blind Patriotic Idiocy, Chapel, Turkey, Azerbaijan, Dress code.
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