Narrative Essay About Starting Theatre

She giggled. “I know he likes me. I wish he would just ask me out alread-”

My involvement with Best Buddies and UT SEEK (Student Engineers Educating Kids) has strengthened my appreciation for people of different backgrounds and conditions.

I remember a time when I had to collaborate with a group of co-workers. It was a group of six, as a group we needed to come up with “Helping Our Mortgage Customers Save Their Home”. We as a group had to develop different ways to assist customers in saving their home, even if that meant discussing ways to let the home go for sale. We as a team developed an identical objective by learning from each other, sharing ideas, and knowledge. However, we shared ideas on the steps to modify your home, and the various options that are available to each homeowner. We collaborated on government plans that were also available. In order for the collaboration to work, we as a team had to work together to schedule meeting

Life really doesn't like to tell you what's ahead; sometimes it's nice and gives you a little hint, sometimes life replays itself so at least there's some familiarity in it, but most of the time my life seems out of my control. As a fifteen year old many people would hear me say this and scoff saying I don't have 'real' problems, or I don't know what the 'real' world is like. On one hand they're right, I shouldn't know what the 'real' world is like, most fifteen year olds are thinking about what picture they Instagram is a 'real' world problem. But being the not-so-average teenager, I do know what this so called 'real' world is.

What a day it was, it was an overcast type of day. Camden Ohio was the setting of this historical day. Both teams knew it was going to an all-out dog fight. A little bit of history between the Walsh Cavaliers and the Alderson Broaddus Battlers. The past two years the games ended with a one point spread. With us Battlers always coming up short. The first year we lost in overtime and we had chances to win but we could never finish. So with that first lost began our out of state rivalry. The second year I played a key part during that game. During my second year of playing lacrosse, I earned the starting faceoff spot. During mid-season, our first chance of a win came again, as we hosted the Cavaliers from Walsh University.

The Personal-Social section was another section that Eli seem to score low in. Eli is a very calm and energetic child and I’ve only seen him get upset probably twice during my scheduled lab time. I would even describe him as having an easy/flexible temperament. He is always in a good and if it does get upset, it is not difficult for him to be calmed down. He does have a set routine that he follows. When he wakes up from his nap, he lays down for about five minutes without crying and does not want to be removed until he stands up in the crib and is ready. Once he was removed before he was ready and he was in a “grumpy” mood for the remainder the day. The only other times I have seen Eli upset is when he was not getting snack fast enough and

Musical Theatre is something that I really want to pursue as a career. Ive never felt more excited and devoted to something in my life, and Im willing to work as hard as I must in order to have a sucessful career. When I went to visit the people representing Triple Arts at the Florida State Thespians Competition, I instantely new that this was a summer program that I needed to audition for. This program seems like such an amazing oppertuny that will help me become a more well-rounded and skilled actress. Thank you for giving teenagers like me a chance to do what the love, and I hope you enjoy my audition tape which showcases my acting and singing

My grandmother, Annie was a seanchai, an Irish storyteller. She was the only great actor I have known intimately. Her stage was the kitchen of her cottage in the West of Ireland and her stories were about her friends and neighbors. She recreated their trials and triumphs and with her talent for mimicry accorded each a speaking part. Her one woman show held me spellbound. She commanded my tears and fits of laughter depending on the content of her story or dictated by a whim. It was she who made me stage-struck years before I even saw a stage.

Monday morning finally rolls around and I finally get to see Rich, while the both of us are sober, and tell him how amazing he did. I pack my bag and head out the door, after feeding Ice, my pup, first. I drive to school and find a spot fairly easily, which is highly unusual to find one this late. Anyways, I head inside and search for my boyfriend. He’s standing by my locker with a couple of his friend, more specifically, the ones he played with on Friday night. I walk up and tuck myself under his arm.

When you were still in the kindergarten, friends were the people who romped about with you, played mischievous tricks upon everyone. When you were getting bigger, perhaps at primary school, friends were the people who helped you in your homework, who sung with you at the school choir. Had you forgotten them? Had you betrayed them? Are you a good friend to your friends? A true friend would always tell you the truth, be you best partner when you need him, most of all, support you.

Passing the mile marker, notifying me that Norfolk was right around the corner, thrilled me, but for some reason my palms were sweaty and I had butterflies doing loopty-loops in my stomach. I was on my way to visit Julia, one of my best friends at the time. The whole way there, in bumper to bumper traffic, I reflected on all of my memories with her, including playing on a fallen, rotten tree and pretending that it was milk chocolate shop. As little girls, we would dress up in glittery, razzled costumes and sing our hearts out, which continued well into our teen years when she drove me to school my freshman year. The best of times were when we were sipping on our gooey, caramel frappuccinos and belting on Living On A Prayer by Bon Jovi. It

It’s getting dark outside and cooler too, I went downstairs to get my older brother so we could finish the vlog, but Caleb laid on the couch unresponsive. As I called his name while walking down the stairs, I realized something was wrong. “Caleb” I yelled tears pouring out of my eyes as I found him, not breathing. He was dead. My best friend, my brother, the only person who made me really happy, was gone forever. I couldn 't imagine what I was going to do without him. I loved him more than anyone in my life he was my hero.

It was a good bright Friday afternoon in addition I had just got out of school. I had met a new friend at school. She seemed really cool even though she was two grades older than me. She had told me everything I needed to know about her. Eventually, we became best friends. I was really fortuitous to have her as a friend. Although, one day we were talking and she told me about her falling out with one of her closest friend. Her closest friend told me about her and told me to watch my back and be careful being cool with her. I didn’t want to listen, I thought to myself she’s not like that. However, I should’ve listened to what she was telling me. Eventually, I learned my lesson on not listening when others try to help.

Have you ever done something so bad to where you think your life is ruined for good? My best friend Peggy and I experienced that feeling one boring night last summer when we were home alone. Last year I was know for “trouble”, I liked to fight and be the center of attention. I always had to make a scene about everything. Even though I was constantly in trouble with my parents, I never did anything that would put me in jail for a long time if I were to get caught by the police. My best friend was the same way. We both had negative attitudes about everything, we never listened to our parents, and we just basically did our own thing.

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside