Sunday, March 21, 2010
Memories Are Funny Things
If you didn't know, we performed the play, Flowers for Algernon. It's about a disabled young man (Charlie Gordon) who receives an operation that will make him "smart". I played Charlie's teacher, Alice Kinnian. The most important quote of the play is when Charlie says that he is a human being, "And I was before you wheeled me into that operating room". It gives me chills.
And to think - my last high school play is this thought-provoking, deeper-meaning, powerful play.
The poem (You Remain, below) is about the fact that life goes on. After the best time with friends, you still wake up in the morning and go on about your life. After the worst fight or break-up or whatever, there's tomorrow. And after all that, what remains? What's left?
So, the play is over. Tuesday at 1:30pm, we'll be packing up props and sweeping the stage instead of rehearsing a scene and setting the stage. We'll be smiling at pictures that have been posted on Facebook instead of smiling for pictures that haven't been posted yet.
And some people may say: So, it wasn't worth it. Which, obviously, it was. The message of the play (disabled and handicapped people are people, too), the friendships that have grown, the memories that have formed... All those things are worth it. Definitely worth it!
Poetry No. 2
When all else fails
Still You remain
When everything passes
Still You remain
When what was once prized sits idly by
Still You remain
Thursday, March 18, 2010
And Onward
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
So...
Monday, March 15, 2010
Guys…
You can’t live with them; you can’t live without them.
Back in January, I asked a guy a year younger than me to escort me to Homecoming, where I received the title of Miss Senior. He was a very Godly guy who had served as a Key Club officer with me.
Before Homecoming, everything was relatively normal. He was a typical guy: funny, approachable. During Homecoming prep and that night, we was so hilarious, and everything he said was perfect. After Homecoming, things started to change.
By now, everything is different. He won’t look at me, won’t talk to me. Last Thursday, I saw his mom (who’s really sweet) and she suggested we take can tabs the Key Club had been collecting to the Ronald McDonald house together. He didn’t seem too happy. Earlier last week, I was speaking with him and my faculty advisor about college choices. He wouldn’t look in my direction. This morning, he saw me behind him, but he didn’t hold the door for me – which is something he knows is important to me.
In accordance with advice from my mom and one of my friends (and against the advice of another friend), I’ve decided to speak to him about it. I will do that tomorrow.
Oh, and did I mention he has a date to prom? Not me, of course. I mean, I would like him to go to prom with someone he likes, a girl from his class. Of course, that leaves me with the senior guys who wouldn’t go out with me to save their lives.
What’s a girl to do?
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Spring
Friday, March 12, 2010
Poetry No. 1
The Same Anymore
Did you want more?
I saw it as a date to serve a purpose
A function in which I needed someone on my arm
It was a chance to get to know you and enjoy myself that night
Did I want more?
Maybe you saw it as my invitation
And when I didn't take another step in that direction
Were you wondering? Were you let down? Is that why things just aren't
the same anymore?
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Is This What I Meant?
Make a little money start living for a car,
Get 'em a wife, a house, kids and a dog,
Then they retire, they living high on the hog,
But guess what? They didn’t ever really live at all,
To live is Christ, and that’s Paul I recall,
To die is gain and for Christ we give it all,
He's the treasure you’ll never find in a mall,
See, your money, your singleness, marriage, talents, your time,
They were loaned you to show the world that Christ is divine