stephanieXdee
Oct 13, 2013
Undergraduate / My mother is a pill-head; ENGLISH DRAMA [4]
Unlike most students who run out of their English class, I just keep going back. You may wonder why. Room B305 has been my place of comfort throughout all my four years of high school. I don't know how I would be as a person without this one class. Though it may seem trivial to some, the class has brought about something I have never known how to use before, my voice. This is no ordinary English class; it is known as English Drama. Never before have I been able to express myself so freely, acting is the air I breathe.
My mother is a pill head. I cope with this by going to my safe haven, English Drama. I spend my free periods here and enjoy it immensely. Family circumstances have led me to take on the role of a mother in my house, which has been hard to fill. I often think of it as a role I am acting on stage in English Drama. Like so many other students, I have come to learn that typically no matter how hard I may try; life is constantly trying to throw me off course, but I will persevere. Just being in B305 helps greatly.
Before I enter B305 I am full of anxiety; once I walk in, I feel as though the room is magical. All stressful situations are left at the door. To me, B305 is a classroom full of the people I have acted, laughed, and learned with throughout the last four years. The walls are full of subtle things that I often notice such as the hole in the wall on stage. This hole is so inconspicuous to others; whereas I can write about it all day. B305 is definitely not the most luxurious room. The room is undeniably worn; full of broken desks, a dirty floor, lack of lighting, and the walls are too thin. For me, the positive vibes overcome the negative appearance. Halfway through my junior year, the room had completed undergoing a paint job. Our stage once had red curtains painted on either side of the wall that appeared to be tied back as if opening a real performance. Now, those curtains are gone and it seems that few people can see the silhouette of them as I can. I don't know if the room is just so sentimental to me that the curtains are etched in my mind, or the room just needs another coat of white paint and I have remarkable vision. Whichever it is, I feel that while the room has changed, I have as well. The opening of the curtains is the beginning of my performance; my journey.
B305 has taught me that none of my performances are perfect and there is always room for criticism; the same goes for life. Each role may be planned out and rehearsed countless times, but there is always room for improvement. The stage does not allow second chances and the same applies for life. You have undoubtedly read plenty of essays at this point in your day and I know that whether I am accepted to your institution or not, I am content with where I am. You have read my essay, like the audience has watched my performance. Now I will take my bow and leave you to decide. Nonetheless it is now time for me to move on from these high school days and take the first steps onto a new stage for the beginning of my performance. I, Stephanie De Molfetto have the main lead.
Unlike most students who run out of their English class, I just keep going back. You may wonder why. Room B305 has been my place of comfort throughout all my four years of high school. I don't know how I would be as a person without this one class. Though it may seem trivial to some, the class has brought about something I have never known how to use before, my voice. This is no ordinary English class; it is known as English Drama. Never before have I been able to express myself so freely, acting is the air I breathe.
My mother is a pill head. I cope with this by going to my safe haven, English Drama. I spend my free periods here and enjoy it immensely. Family circumstances have led me to take on the role of a mother in my house, which has been hard to fill. I often think of it as a role I am acting on stage in English Drama. Like so many other students, I have come to learn that typically no matter how hard I may try; life is constantly trying to throw me off course, but I will persevere. Just being in B305 helps greatly.
Before I enter B305 I am full of anxiety; once I walk in, I feel as though the room is magical. All stressful situations are left at the door. To me, B305 is a classroom full of the people I have acted, laughed, and learned with throughout the last four years. The walls are full of subtle things that I often notice such as the hole in the wall on stage. This hole is so inconspicuous to others; whereas I can write about it all day. B305 is definitely not the most luxurious room. The room is undeniably worn; full of broken desks, a dirty floor, lack of lighting, and the walls are too thin. For me, the positive vibes overcome the negative appearance. Halfway through my junior year, the room had completed undergoing a paint job. Our stage once had red curtains painted on either side of the wall that appeared to be tied back as if opening a real performance. Now, those curtains are gone and it seems that few people can see the silhouette of them as I can. I don't know if the room is just so sentimental to me that the curtains are etched in my mind, or the room just needs another coat of white paint and I have remarkable vision. Whichever it is, I feel that while the room has changed, I have as well. The opening of the curtains is the beginning of my performance; my journey.
B305 has taught me that none of my performances are perfect and there is always room for criticism; the same goes for life. Each role may be planned out and rehearsed countless times, but there is always room for improvement. The stage does not allow second chances and the same applies for life. You have undoubtedly read plenty of essays at this point in your day and I know that whether I am accepted to your institution or not, I am content with where I am. You have read my essay, like the audience has watched my performance. Now I will take my bow and leave you to decide. Nonetheless it is now time for me to move on from these high school days and take the first steps onto a new stage for the beginning of my performance. I, Stephanie De Molfetto have the main lead.