Living Things

“Doing the Right Thing”, Thank You Ma’am, and The Road Not Taken. After reading “Doing the Right Thing”, Thank You Ma’am, and The Road Not Taken it is evident that family, a mentor, and confidence gives people courage to do the right thing. As shown before, coming up with enough courage to do or say the right thing is a difficult task. However the football players in, “Doing the Right Thing ” A commentary written by Rick Reilly, it was no problem stand up and do the right thing. The four…

But whatever life gives you, make them into positive things, not negative things, and always remember to be yourself, because no one can really change that except for you and your decisions. Chuck Close can help people through anything, even though he may not remember you, it still means that you can learn something…

As I clawed and pawed trying to escape my wretched cell, I felt like I had been there forever. The yearning to be free inside me always trying to find a way out, out into the world, but instead I am trapped inside this filthy, flea-ridden cell. As I walk fear grips me everywhere I go, for fear that the Bird will find me. If he does he will beat, kick, and spit on me, but I will stand tall, the hope of freedom strong inside of me. As I sat in my wretched cell, I let my mind roam to the days…

I’ve been here for hours. I can feel their eyes on me, their big gray eyes gazing over every inch of my body. I’ve been pretending to be asleep, waiting for morning, for help, something anything. Wait I think I may be getting ahead of my self here. It all started about two days ago. I collect gummy bears. I have ones in every shape, size, flavor and brand from all over the world. Unfortunately, there are still a couple of brands I have not gotten and one flavor. Normally I go on eBay to look for…

and seeing something so foreign, so disheartening, so uncomfortable, is quite frightening. Some, however, experience this misfortune on a daily basis. I am one of these individuals, and so naturally the thing that would make my world perfect is to change this. I am transgender, and so the only thing that I can envision that would make my world perfect is to be able to both be and be treated as I am inside, as a girl. Ever since I was young I have had instances of not really fitting in to the…

Directing is completely different than leading a crew or blocking in class. I thought that between all of my past experiences I could patchwork this whole ‘directing’ thing together. I was wrong. I was so wrong. You have your basic plan rehearsals, blocking, and costumes, but I was not expecting the typical ‘director’ questions, like “would my character react like x, y, or z” and in some cases it mattered and others it…

Self-esteem seems to be a similar problem in both todays women and women one-hundred years ago. Although, women were not able to do things on their own, and had to depend on others for everything, and women today are able to do those things, self-esteem is still low. Women one-hundred years ago had to depend on their husbands for money and were more than likely stuck at home being house wives and taking care of children, which lowered…

I worked as a lighting assistant / stagehand. Personally, I think most of our live lab went pretty well and smooth, we got everything done and set up even earlier than usual, we were an hour ahead of everything, not only because we were very confortable with our positions and helping each other out but also because it was a single girl act instead of a complete band performing on stage, which does not really give me a complete perspective of how a live lab could actually get in terms of…

Half a dozen eggs waited, untouched. Ally rinsed off another shell. Arthur pricked holes into each end of the sixth with a stubby pencil. He blew into it, aiming the goo at the bowl on the counter. Don’t touch it with your mouth! Ally, that’s the only way it works. You’ll get salmonella. And then, for my next trick, I’ll drop dead on stage! You worry too much, you lawyer. I won’t kiss you, then. She focused on the eggshell, dabbed it dry. Humidity beaded the walls. Mosquito stained…

Ever since she was young Yunoha had always been an incredibly unsocial child. This was due to her extreme shyness, and the ideals that she would never fit in with the other children. Even when others in her class would try and reach out for her (in call of trying to befriend said girl or even striking up polite conversation) their advances would always be inevitably rejected. This unfortunately led for each and every one of her classmates to slowly stop trying. To this day, Yunoha regrets not…