As I stumble through
my junior year at Arts, I am aware of the coming years: the hardships,
the shortcomings, the reality of the outside world. With little else
to do besides physics equations and adverb clause studies, I have plenty
of time on my hands to evaluate myself and reflect on a few of the things,good
and bad,that I've done thus far.
I remember
wanting to be a waitress as a young girl and then a ballerina. By the
third grade, after my insane parents sent me to my first acting class
downtown, I was convinced that there was no place for me but the stage. They have no idea what world they thrust their
ten year old daughter into.
Those who know me understand that the Emily of Monday may differ from the Emily of Tuesday: I am as moody as I am stubborn. However, for all those bad qualities thrown in my mix, one can find just as many wonderful ones.
As a theater student,
I fall into the schoolwide stereotype: I'm a loud and VIBRANT young
lady who always has something unneccessary to say. Mr. Campbell, my web-mastering
teacher, is a living testimony to this.
