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I was seven years old when my local high school put on a production of the musical Annie. I remember the bright lights, booming voices, live orchestra, and audience applause. However, I wasn’t watching this show from the auditorium; I was participating on the stage. I played Molly, the precocious young orphan who mocks Miss Hannigan by proclaiming that the orphanage must be cleaned until it “shines like the top of the Chrysler Building!” Due to my unusual experience, my first play taught me many important life lessons at a young age. One lesson that has stayed with me into adulthood is how to take direction. The high school theater teacher was Joel B. Short. To me, his name has always invoked a perfect image of the man. He was squat, round, and usually jolly. When he laughed his face was reminiscent of an elated chipmunk with acorns stuffed into its cheeks. His Hawaiian shirts were as loud and bad as the high school band in the orchestra pit. Mr. Short would provide blocking, offer constructive criticism, and demand attentiveness from the cast during rehearsals. If any of his directions were ignored, missed because of inattentiveness, or misunderstood due to distraction his typical lighthearted demeanor would turn into …show more content…
There were the loud, boisterous, and dramatic stars of the show. The assistant director seemed angry, stressed, and power hungry. Stage hands tended to be more quiet and reserved. Yet, even with these conflicting personality types, everyone involved always worked together for the good of the show. Any incident that popped up would be quickly and quietly resolved. Because of this I grew to understand how to work with a diverse group of people. Clashing beliefs, attitudes, and personalities may exist but that doesn’t mean I can’t work in a team environment productively. However, in order to do so, I had to learn one more very important
On March 31, I had the pleasure of seeing Hello Dolly at Mandeville High School. As a talented theater student at the school, I take the shows that are put on very seriously. Being involved in the show, helping make set pieces, and working at the box office brings light to me as an individual, every little helping hand counts. I want to make sure that my school represents theater in the best way possible. With this production put on, I am proud to say that I am a theater student at Mandeville High.
“Theatre is like a gym for the empathy. It’s where we can go to build up the muscles of compassion, to practice listening and understanding and engaging with people that are not just like ourselves. We practice sitting down, paying attention and learning from other people’s actions. We practice caring.” (Bill English of the SF Playhouse). This quote accurately summarises the purpose of Children’s Theatre, to help the growth and understanding of children whilst also keeping them entertained through theatrical techniques. The National Theatre’s Cat in the Hat, along with our performance pieces of Cranky Bear and Possum Magic all showcased these techniques in a number of ways, whilst also subconsciously coinciding with the child development theories
As the curtain came down, the audience roared. The same little girl is now twenty years old. She gets out her cell phone and quickly sneaks a picture of the beautiful golden curtain. Captioning the photo as “the best spectacular on earth”, she posts it to Instagram and hits over one hundred “likes” within minutes. She walks outside and looks up at the marquee. With a smile on her face, she walks to the subway dreaming of the day she will be on that stage. This celebrated theatre has found a place in her heart, creating an eternal love for New York and an eternal love for the beautiful landmark that is Radio City Music Hall.
There are many things that have molded me into the person I am today such as being born into a family with four children. With three siblings, I have been forced to be able to work out problems from stealing each other’s toys to having to rush to the emergency room to get stiches because my brother chased me around the house and I tripped. My mother, father, brother, and two sisters were all born in Pennsylvania and I am the odd ball and I was born in Adrian, Michigan. From when I was a child I always loved being involved with sports because of my competitive nature. I grew up playing soccer and having success with that but then my love changed and I began playing lacrosse and football. I started playing lacrosse in middle school and played
“The theatre was created to tell people the truth about life and the social situation,” says Stella Adler. Theater is unique and intriguing because it blends literary and visual arts to tell a story. Before Theater 10, I viewed theater on the surface level: cheesy plot lines with dramatic scenarios for entertainment purposes. Throughout the course, I have learned what it means to appreciate theater, such as understanding Brechtian and Chinese theatre; however, I believe understanding theater’s ability to convey crucial historical and social messages, such as in the production of RENT, is more relevant and important for theater appreciation.
The rancid stink of rotten milk filled the small space. I stared at the wall across from me, brown chitin dully reflecting in the artificial light. I clutched my Arc Bolter in giant, armored hands, the tactile sensations transmitted through the suit, and into my hands, letting me feel every nick and scratch the weapon had. Sweat beaded on my forehead, quickly blown away by fans built into my helmet. A dark blue overlay sat over my vision, something I was still trying to get used to. The status of my shield, as well as the overheating status of my rifle sitting at the bottom left of my vision. A tiny map rested at the top right, the interior of the vehicle outlined in small white lines.
Before this accident happened I wasn´t a very cautious girl,but now i've learned my lesson to be more careful. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember my little eight year old self: I was short, with long pretty curly brown hair, I had pretty tan skin, and I had the perfect smile. It was Wednesday and I was at Roberson's Kiddie Lane Daycare.
As I sat in the brightly lit kitchen doing my homework, I suddenly realized that someone was intently watching me through the nearby window. I slowly turned my head around hoping that it was all a dream, but I am disappointed to find out it was real. I could hardly see through the smoggy window, but I could see that it was an adult male. He was about seven-feet tall hunched-back and by the looks of it he was forty five. His grey hair told me his age. As he moved his head closer to the window I could see it is covered with charcoal black dye and his red tips in his hair were like pine’s on a porcupine. The hair was thick and chunky-black but fluffy like cotton candy. As his eyes closed in at my food I knew why. It looked like he hasn't eaten
It was a hot day, the sun smiled down on us while we walked up the concrete that was never-ending. I thought we were never going to find our car.
I felt the train come to a sudden halt as I sat in my chair with a major headache that was slowly getting better.
I turned the car off and tossed the keys in the cup holder beside me. I jumped out of the car, and all it took was two beeps the locks slid down faster than I could realize that the car was now unaccessible. The key sat in the cup holder sparkling from the mid-day sunlight. Unfortunately, the keys were not the only thing locked inside the boiling car.
I often find myself busy outside school. Sometimes I wonder if other people are to. I participate in many things. Also I enjoy hanging out with my friend. My days outside school are pretty entertaining and in my own way busy.
This past year has been the most monumental for me as a growing individual, and my family has been faced with challenges that threatened to destroy the delicate structure we created for ourselves. I can say, with overwhelming confidence, that theatre is the medicine that keeps up alive and well in these troubling times. During the fall of my tenth grade year, I made the decision to move from my mother and stepfather’s apartment, which also was home to my younger brother, Larry. This decision was a haste one in that it was made on the night my stepfather choked me to the ground, and I will never forget how terrified I was to stay there with him. It was hard to leave my brother, but I didn’t want to coerce him into making a choice between his
It was a gloomy saturday afternoon an ash colored cloud covering every inch of the sky. My mom Tiffany, her boyfriend Kelly, and I all sat around the old wooden oval dining table. I was not thrilled to be sitting there thinking back on all of the other family memories that had been made with my dad and brother. My mom was saying something, but I wasn’t listening. It was like I was underwater my vision was a blurred around me, and everything was inaudible through my ears. Just seconds ago I had received possibly the most life changing news in my teenage years.
Remembering the morning I had woken up, thinking today wasn't my 16th birthday. I woke up searching for my phone to see what the date was, and it was June 25th. I was thinking it was just a dream. I dashed to the restroom, full of excitement I grabbed my toothbrush in my left hand, and a tube of toothpaste in my right hand. My mouth smelled minty fresh as soon as I was finished. I was still so happy my father and I was going to have a day for the both of us, and I really had to look good that day. Thinking about the ID I would have, I wanted it to be the first one I get that looks good, and since I will be using it for many various things in the future. I went downstairs to the kitchen, got the milk and Captain Crunch ready for me, and Fruity