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Saturday, October 16, 2010
Short Story
Once upon a time in an enchanted forest resided a colony of strange and mystical creatures that one may only be able to conjure in ones imagination. This community functioned very much like our own; however, it was all under the the ruling of the Queen Fairy and her two fairy daughter, Fawna and Nala.
Although Fawna and Nala were twins, the two could not differ more. Fawna developed into a fairy who radiated such natural beauty. In the warm sunshine, her long, elegant wings would shimmer as she flew over her colony, beaming that charming smile that caused anyone to immediately fall in love. Fawna could have anything she wanted just because of her beauty, and she knew it. She constantly had suitors lined up at her door offering her anything her heart desired as desperate attempts to gain her affection. School work was never a priority. She truly believed that she could have great success merely by batting her eyelashes.
Nala, her twin sister, was the complete antithesis of her. Where Fawna had outer beauty, Nala embodied inner beauty, but no one seemed to care about that. Although Nala was a fairy, she was born with dull, gray, fractured wings; therefore, she was never blessed with the same outer beauty or flying ability as her sister. Nala was almost painful to look at and had a face that "only a mother could love." Nala would hide within the dark, cold shadows of her castle as she enviously watched her sister be given anything she desired.
The one thing that Nala had over Fawna was her strict dedication to her studies. Since Nala was very unwanted, she spent the majority of her time intensely working on her school work or even examining every detail of the beautiful environment that surrounded her. Nala infinitely grew intellectually, but it never seemed to match up to anything Fawna did. However, Nala remained persistent and continued to endeavor to reach her own version of perfection.
Suddenly, tragedy struck upon the once peaceful village. The evil spirits conjured violent gusts of wind and lightning. The small, feeble creatures of the forest feared for their lives and desperately clung onto various flowers and vines for their lives; however, nothing seemed to be saving them. All of the citizens flew to their beautiful, popular leader, Fawna, for instructions on how to survive. Unfortunately, Fawna was not intellectually prepared to handle such a crisis. She merely did what she know how to do best, smile and attempt to comfort her citizens with her beauty. This time, her efforts failed. The winds had developed into a tornado and one by one, creatures were being sucked into the death trap. The citizens were finally seeing Fawna for what she truly was, an imbecile.
Luckily, Nala stepped up and instructed her citizens to safety. Because of Nala and her impeccable knowledge, she was able to keep everyone far away from danger in underground caves where the wind could not touch anyone. The citizens realized who deserved the real leadership role this entire time, and finally recognized Nala's beauty. Nala's knowledge finally shone brighter than the sparkles on Fawna's wings or the shine in her smile and she was finally made an equal.
Although Fawna and Nala were twins, the two could not differ more. Fawna developed into a fairy who radiated such natural beauty. In the warm sunshine, her long, elegant wings would shimmer as she flew over her colony, beaming that charming smile that caused anyone to immediately fall in love. Fawna could have anything she wanted just because of her beauty, and she knew it. She constantly had suitors lined up at her door offering her anything her heart desired as desperate attempts to gain her affection. School work was never a priority. She truly believed that she could have great success merely by batting her eyelashes.
Nala, her twin sister, was the complete antithesis of her. Where Fawna had outer beauty, Nala embodied inner beauty, but no one seemed to care about that. Although Nala was a fairy, she was born with dull, gray, fractured wings; therefore, she was never blessed with the same outer beauty or flying ability as her sister. Nala was almost painful to look at and had a face that "only a mother could love." Nala would hide within the dark, cold shadows of her castle as she enviously watched her sister be given anything she desired.
The one thing that Nala had over Fawna was her strict dedication to her studies. Since Nala was very unwanted, she spent the majority of her time intensely working on her school work or even examining every detail of the beautiful environment that surrounded her. Nala infinitely grew intellectually, but it never seemed to match up to anything Fawna did. However, Nala remained persistent and continued to endeavor to reach her own version of perfection.
Suddenly, tragedy struck upon the once peaceful village. The evil spirits conjured violent gusts of wind and lightning. The small, feeble creatures of the forest feared for their lives and desperately clung onto various flowers and vines for their lives; however, nothing seemed to be saving them. All of the citizens flew to their beautiful, popular leader, Fawna, for instructions on how to survive. Unfortunately, Fawna was not intellectually prepared to handle such a crisis. She merely did what she know how to do best, smile and attempt to comfort her citizens with her beauty. This time, her efforts failed. The winds had developed into a tornado and one by one, creatures were being sucked into the death trap. The citizens were finally seeing Fawna for what she truly was, an imbecile.
Luckily, Nala stepped up and instructed her citizens to safety. Because of Nala and her impeccable knowledge, she was able to keep everyone far away from danger in underground caves where the wind could not touch anyone. The citizens realized who deserved the real leadership role this entire time, and finally recognized Nala's beauty. Nala's knowledge finally shone brighter than the sparkles on Fawna's wings or the shine in her smile and she was finally made an equal.
Monday, September 20, 2010
FOUND Poem
O Words
You come in an infinite amount of ways
Yet to conjure the correct formula
In which you poetically flow
Feels impossible
To The Words
So many choices, yet I draw a blank
You taunt me, and destruct me
As my page remains blank
Dear Words
You are the backbone to all
You enthusiastically embrace creativity
Desperately yearn for correct grammar
And skillfully explain all that we emote
My Words
You fail me when I need you the most,
Yet you overflow me when I must remain silent
You come in an infinite amount of ways
Yet to conjure the correct formula
In which you poetically flow
Feels impossible
To The Words
So many choices, yet I draw a blank
You taunt me, and destruct me
As my page remains blank
Dear Words
You are the backbone to all
You enthusiastically embrace creativity
Desperately yearn for correct grammar
And skillfully explain all that we emote
My Words
You fail me when I need you the most,
Yet you overflow me when I must remain silent
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Question #1
Prompt: Describe an activity, interest, experience, or achievement in your life (this could be a book, movie, or an activity or experience at work, home, or school) that has been particularly meaningful to you.
"If you know what you want, then you go and you find it and you get it." This quote from the Broadway musical, "Into The Woods," has shaped my life, starting from the first moment I stepped foot center stage as a young preschooler. From that moment, musical theatre had begun to underline my entire being, and constantly prove to be the one, consistent aspect I could depend on. However, a talent in performing, once the only skill I wished to obtain from pursuing musical theatre, soon became merely a secondary ability to the lifelong lessons theater would teach me.
Although music surrounded me since before I could even speak, musical theatre wove itself into my life in the summer of 2005, when I was lucky enough to be granted the opportunity to attend French Woods Festival of the Performing Arts. French Woods lifted me from my small pond of elementary school class plays and dumped me into a terrifying ocean of highly trained actors, dedicated professionals, and most of all, rejections. I was struck with shock and disbelief when I first caught glimpse of my name listed under the ensemble of a cast list. Never before have I needed to work towards my success. My blatant surprise quickly blurred to a confused fury, but was immediately replaced with an enduring determination. A determination to enhance my talents until I was the best that I could be. A determination to prove to everyone that I was destined for success. This indefatigable determination instilled in me at the innocent age of twelve still drives me today; however, this persistence not only fuels my performance as an actor or singer, but my performance as an athlete, a student, and a friend.
Musical theatre also exposed an infallible confidence in which I never expected to see emerge from myself. As a painfully awkward and introverted young teenager, self confidence was especially difficult for me to develop. I constantly faced insults and discouragement from my lonely middle school hallways and from my own mind, which eventually caused me to leave the school I was attending. During this terrifying time in which I felt completely abandoned, I turned to my passion to guide me through this antagonistic time. Finding my voice again and continuously performing was the solitary reason I started to believe in myself once again. Hearing applause at the end of a performance in which I worked hours to perfect, or after portraying a character I analyzed and developed to the best of my abilities brought an indescribable wave of confidence and self esteem; a feeling of which I am unable to properly put into words. This confidence helped me believe that I could achieve anything I put my mind to, and still directs me through trivial times today.
Although to some, musical theatre may seem like a simple hobby that involves the ability to sing high notes or to cry on command, theatre means much more than that to me. Theatre has been my outlet for as long as I remember, and I know it will continue to guide me for the rest of my life. Because of the valuable and cherished lessons this undying passion has taught me, I am a better person. I am a determined person. I am driven. I am successful. I am strong. I am confident. I am a performer, and I am thankful.
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