Act 5, Scene 1
Act 5, Scene 1
And that I see, in passages of proof,
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.
And nothing is at a like goodness still.
For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,
Dies in his own too-much. "
Act 4, Scene 7
What are the odds?
You know…people usually don’t feel the need to actually answer when someone asks that question, it’s kinda rhetorical.
I FINALLY finished my 20% Project for English. Thank goodness, it was making me a little worried. The final product is a dance music video set to the song Raconte-Moi Une Histoire by M83. I tried to juxtapose two separate groups of dancers, a group consisting of some of my younger sister’s friends, and then one composed of my own. The two groups are supposed to represent the young and the old, combined together in the video to reflect on the concept of youth, and the transitions and changes associated with growing up. Hopefully, the message somewhat got across. Regardless, I’m really happy with the way it turned out.
The first time I ever met you, my mind went blank.
Not because I was a love-sick mess,
But because your words came out so fast and so cleverly linked
I felt like I was sprinting just to catch up.
Eventually I caught up
But I don’t know if I ever stopped running.
I was never the fastest girl in gym.
My claim to fame was being able to touch my toes
A skill impressive in the moment
But that was it,
Just a moment.
So you kept me running
And sometimes you slowed to a jog
Out of courtesy maybe
Just so I could catch my breath
And dab the beads of sweat.
You took me places that I’d never been
And laughed as my eyes grew wide
For two reasons, I presume.
They always tell you in gym class
That it’s better to find a running buddy
It makes the work easier
Because the struggle isn’t so much of a struggle
If there is someone to struggle along with you.
It’s like we were running laps around that godforsaken track
After a while it became normal
I didn’t mind the running so much
As long as it was with you.
It took me a while to figure out that you had lapped me long ago
But sometimes I think you forgot yourself
Until the day you stopped
And I kept going.
I’m still going.
And I know you left before me
But every time I reach the starting point,
And I see you catching your breath on the bleachers
I pass and leave you behind instead.
Running is still not my thing,
Never was, never will be.
But I’m faster now.
Maybe faster then you ever were.
But I’ll never know,
Because you’re not here to see.
Hold on, am I actually seeking exactly the opposite? Is my entire life just one selfish quest to benefit myself? When do I reach the point where my work is for everyone else? Because reaching that point would simultaneously satisfy everyone I’ve ever attempted to please. Do you get what I’m saying?
I don’t need to be rich, I don’t need to be famous. I don’t need a huge house, a nice car, heaps of cash to roll around in. I just need to be happy.
And I guess produce a somewhat desirable return on my parents’ investment. I’m starting to discover that this is the biggest challenge yet to come. Hah, it’ll never change, always working for the benefit of someone else. Will there every be a period in life when I’m working for myself?
Occupying my time
Laughing at my faults
Letting myself worry
Eating up my time
Grading my entire worth
Enjoying every moment
This is a text post. I’m replacing conversation with a text poem. This is what I’ve been feeling in the past week. It’s also called a list poem.
Pity (and a lack thereof)
The paper came out, it was the best one yet. I wrote my first essay of the year. I made Gracie cry. Choreographed for my video. Filmed. Hung out with him. Told everyone else you weren’t talking. Laughed. Told them I didn’t care.
A bunch of schools in New York, some places in SoCal, and some UCs. There is a pretty broad range in my list just because all the schools with good dance programs are semi-random.
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I’m trying to get into a school with a good dance program, I definitely am hoping to get a BFA in Dance. However, depending on the school I get into and the rigor of the program, I’m also considering doubling majoring in Dance and Political Science or Journalism/Media Stuff haha
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I can’t sit still. Every time I push the “Submit” button, I get so jittery. I don’t want to relax, I can’t relax. All I can think about is every little thing that I probably did wrong. Everything that I have done wrong. Every reason that I’m not going to get into any place I apply. The possible feeling of joy if I do get into the places I apply. The uncertainty. The nerves. Ah, I really can’t sit still. My hands are shaking. My mind constantly races, going down the list of things I need to worry about now. Extra applications. More letters. I’m so sick of writing about myself, my goals, my dreams, my merits, my faults. I’d rather write about anything else at this point. Who would have thought that talking yourself up all the time could be so exhausting?
Did you really mean it
When you said you had a notebook of pages
Pages filled of thoughts
To show me?
Were the words in the letter
Just words that sounded nice
Pieced together in sentences
Was the end that I remember
Just a pause
Or did we actually hit the stop button?
Are we playing chicken with our hearts
Willing each other to break
Secretly hoping we won’t
But believing just the opposite?
Will there be a time
Where my thoughts of your crooked eyebrow
And complex affection
Won’t end with a question mark?
"More silent letters go unpublished
I hold onto an image of you
Holding onto a life just outside your grasp
As I slide away into mine.”
I miss your words.
I will never forget yesterday’s rally after school. Sprinting across the football field toward our class erupting in a massive cheer was incredible. All the crazy love, support and pride of every senior was amazing. My four years stressing over Spirit Dance are finally over, and that final performance could not have been better.
I think these are the kind of high school moments I’m going to remember, and I’m so happy that I got to experience something like that.