Anarchy and Acting

Now that I have a blog, I feel like I should be ranting about how the world sucks and how much I hate everything and using "anarchy" in every other sentence


But that's stereotyping and, I don't like stereotypes.  Plus, I don't hate everything.


Actually that's a lie.  I do hate everything but in a nice and happy way.


So I'll talk (or type) about something that is frustrating.  Or maybe disappointing is the word I'm looking for.


I've been doing stuff with a small community theatre, The Acting Loft, for over 10 years now.  Yesterday our educational director asked me if I would like to teach two classes at the Loft.  The first would be a two hour Production Class with Tommy every Saturday.  One hour would be for Tommy to teach acting and singing and, the other for me to teach dance numbers.  At the end of the session, the kids would put on a holiday themed musical.  Tommy and I have to write the script, the music, and the choreography ourselves.


The next would be a Harry Potter class.  It's a class that uses Harry Potter themes to teach basic acting concepts.  The Acting Loft used to have it and Alex and I have been pushing for it's return.  So, we were offered to teach it, except Alex has soccer all fall and can only come in occasionally; leaving me to come up with most of the lesson plans, games, etc.


The only problem is getting my parents on board.  They think it's too much responsibility and commitment for me right now.  I'm only fifteen, so I can't drive, and I'm taking a few advanced classes at school this year as well as extra dance classes.  I need to learn to juggle school, work, and a social life at some point.  And there's no time like the the present, right?  I'm good at "marketing" things to my parents but I don't think that this is something they'll budge on.  I love the Acting Loft and I wouldn't be ale to stand the thought of missing an opportunity like this.  My parents said I can do something like this next year, but they also said that they want me to get a real job next year.  They just can't seem to make up their minds.  I guess I  don't know what's going to happen, but I can only hope that the cards play in my favor.

the Machine

When I think about my life, I wonder what's going to happen to me.  I mean, I usually try to stay in the moment, and I never plan very far ahead but, sometimes I can't help but ask the questions that I'm pretty sure I don't want the answers to.  And I think about my friends and my family and what's going to happen to them; the unavoidable and the inexplicable.  In turn, I start to think about my different groups of friends, school, dance class, the Acting Loft, and all the other things that are the gears and parts that make up the intricate machine that is my life; and how they're slowly grinding away my sanity.