The stage is bare; a single spot light comes on in a flash, blinding both the audience, whom has been sitting in the dark, and the actor who has also been waiting patiently in the dark upon a single lawn chair center stage. The actor is a thin boy, young looking, and looks as though he could be just any kid you walk by down the street. He’s wearing ( Read more... )

So my first year of IB Theatre level two has began, and it seems that-just like when I went into IB level one from regular theatre classes-the pace, curriculum, and ideology has changed once again. In level one it was very much ‘section one’ and ‘section two’, meaning that we’d work on a specific genre of theatre for a semester (give or take) then ( Read more... )

The Autumn leaves turned and there I stood ( Read more... )

No more tinsel wrapped around trees ( Read more... )

I'm through with living life vicariously--I need to live life so I don't feel so numb. I've already took the first step in making a difference, I'm following through with the second. I've been living life half awake, it's time to open my eyes. Senior year.

I've lost my way. The birds have eaten the bread crum pathway, and now I wait for their talons to dig into my back and fly me away.

sorrowed boy ( Read more... )

Sleep, don't weep, my sweet love ( Read more... )

No more time to play ( Read more... )

I'm by no means a chauvinist; so do not misunderstand my needs to better myself as superiority.

Next door to me ( Read more... )