The Senior Shakespearience

Early in our educational careers we hear about this wonderful playwright and poet called William Shakespeare. In middle school you read a few sonnets and if your lucky you dive into one of his tragedies (complete with footnotes of course!). But you're never quiet prepared when senior year rolls around and it's like a Shakespeare bomb blew up in the hallways. This is even more true if you're in drama.

I never was a Shakespeare fanatic. I never understood what all the commotion was about. He was just a prematurely balding man that added too many unnecessary syllables onto words. This year, Billy threw himself upon me and forced me to indulge in his work...and like it. It is four months into the school year and in between two classes I have: read 5 Shakespearean sonnets, watched Twelfth Night, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Shakespeare in Love (not by him..I know) and seen a performance of Romeo and Juliet. I have a copy of Much Ado About Nothing that I will crack tomorrow for English and then we will proceed to read Hamlet, Macbeth, Twelfth night, and a few others.

Next week I have an audition for A Midsummer Night's Dream and if cast, I will be MEMORIZING Shakespeare. It's official; I can't escape him. It's obvious that Shakespeare and I are meant to be together...for this year at least.

Tic Toc...

By now, I have heard the word college more times than a, an, and the. I've worked hard, but that doesn't change where I will be attending college. My mom just got finished shelling out money for my sister who will graduate in two weeks, so I'm stuck here. If I attend the university she wants me to, my tuition will be paid for with scholarships. I don't mind. I understand. This school has an excellent science department which is what I need for my career path. I know I'll have enough on my plate with school and a job.

Besides, I honestly don't mind staying here. It's my home and I do better with familiarity. My family, my home, and some of my friends will still be here. I really don't think I'm ready to grow up and move too far away. But, I do get a little green when I see my friends getting accepted in prestigious schools far, far away. Maybe I'll have better luck with my graduate school. Who knows? So don't worry Shreveport, I'll be with you for atleast four more years.

(Enter Laughing)

I'm currently very confused as to why I am at my home on Monday at 6:30 p.m. with time on my hands. I stayed after school for only an hour to strike a set that belonged to an awesome production that I have just washed my hands clean of. If you missed it, you truly missed out. This was no ordinary high school production. We had a power house of a cast and a wonderful script to work with. We recently came into possession of a fabulous director who, I hate to say this, knows what the hell she is doing. It was a wonderful experience and I suddenly remembered why I love to do shows. I took a year-long hiatus seeing as junior year tends to be difficult. I'm sad the production is over, but I'm really close with the cast and I look forward to performing with them in the spring.

RIP Enter Laughing and will "someone please fix that DAMN DOOR?!"