The article titles that Mrs. Tonsoni didn't allow me to use for my Brock Turner opinion piece9/23/2016 Why Brock Turner deserves every bad thing in life
Brock Turner: my mother always told me that if I didn't have something nice to say to not say it at all Untitled until I can think about Brock Turner without being sick Brock Turner is the reason that our country is perpetuating rape culture Brock Turner: why does he get to be okay? Carol's idea--Brock Turner: a literal piece of garbage Brock Turner was released from prison three months early and here's why Brock Turner: what is our country coming to? Why twenty minutes makes a difference Why "twenty minutes" should be twenty years in prison Can someone explain to me why Brock Turner is a free man? Let's talk about how our judicial system is corrupt in sexual assault cases Brock Turner: how good of a swimmer is he really? Brock Turner sucks and I hate him very much Can we please accept the fact that our country sympathizes with rapists rather than rape victims? Let's pretend that Brock Turner is an okay person... yep, can't do that Brock Turner: the Stanford swimmer that sexually assaulted a person and got away with it How much of daddy's money do you need to be cleared of all sexual assault charges? Why Brock Turner doesn't deserve any cookies I won't give Brock Turner any cookies and here's why http://dchsparnassus.com/opinions/2016/09/23/why-twenty-minutes-should-be-twenty-years-in-prison/ So far, I have only applied to one college. Yay, right? I mean, I certainly feel accomplished, and I’m dying to find out if I got in or not (although everyone insists that I will, except for one person). Mostly, though, what I’m doing to get ready for college is applying to scholarships. It may seem a little premature to apply for scholarships before I’m even accepted into a college (that’s what I thought anyway), but my father has insisted that I do it. And so I have, and allow me to tell you: it’s really, really stressful.
First of all, you have to find scholarships that apply to you. Sure, I downloaded this app called Scholly which is supposed to help you find scholarships, and it’s been working okay, but seriously. Stressful. The next step is typing in all of your information. It takes forever. Your full name, date of birth, address 1, address 2, email, subject you wish to study, college you wish to attend, and so many other things that you would never think of. (At least, I would never think of.) Some people’s computers have that special thing where they just automatically put in your information for you; mine is not one of those special computers. So yeah, the work is tedious, but it takes about five minutes, so it’s not that bad. No, the bad part is the essay. Now, all of the essays are different. Some are two sentences (which I don’t really think counts as an essay but I digress), some are 100 words, some are less than 200 words, less than 500 words, between 500 and 1000 words. They’re all different, and obviously, the writing prompts are all different as well. Let me tell you, some of these writing prompts are weird. It’s hard to come up with some of this stuff, but sometimes it doesn’t even feel worth it. I mean, who wants to write an essay about receiving a package in the mail and how it changed your life for only $500? Well, I did it anyway. And don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I did it. Like I said, I feel accomplished, but jeesh. I want it to be over. I want to be accepted into college. I want to win some scholarships. I just want to know. But, unfortunately, that will take away. So, in the meantime, I shall apply to more scholarships. And possibly some more colleges depending on the application fee. (Seriously, I have to pay you $60 to read my application? If I get accepted, you’ll get ten times that!) My love for acting started when I was eight years old. I was in the Stargazer’s production of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I was only an Oompa Loompa, but I loved it. I don’t know why or how. I just know that I came back the next year for Guys and Dolls, Jr. And the next year, and the next. This upcoming summer will be ten years since my first play (actually, musical, but I’ve been in both). It’s very surreal to think about. I suppose for a seventeen-year old, I’ve had a rather impressive career so far.
While my roles have only been on local stages, I still have done stuff that lots of actors never do. I’ve originated a role. This past summer, the Delphi Opera House debuted a play by a Delphi graduate, and I played Layla. Since this was the first performance ever, when the play is published, my name will be in the published script as the original actress. (How exciting!) But it’s more than just acting on the stage. As I’ve grown up, I’ve become more confident. I definitely have my background in theatre to thank for that. I’ve made friends that I never thought I would have made, and I’ve played some rather outrageous parts (an earthworm, a pregnant teen, a Cockney maid who’s a little clueless). It’s been an experience. The one thing that acting has taught me is to be yourself. When you go on stage, you leave it all out there. You hold nothing back. You can’t, otherwise it’s not believable. You have to be your character, and once the play is over, you carry a little bit of that character with you. Sure, for months afterward you make references to the play, you still have your inside jokes, your cast games of tag, but mostly, it’s your character that will stick with you. Being a different person for so long eventually rubs off on you after all. And what’s more, I know that I am confident. I’m sarcastic and witty, sweet and charming, Southern, English, a sheep, a bird girl, and a lost girl. Shakespeare once said, “All the world’s a stage.” I felt that this quote was appropriate, not only because everyone acts (no one is who they say they are), but because everywhere you go, it’s a new set, a new adventure. And you have to fit yourself to your surroundings, but you also have to make your surroundings fit to you. You have to be the ruler of your own fate, the director of your own show. I’ve learned that. I’ve made the world my stage, and I’m not going to let that get away from me. I hope you do too. I was told that in order to make my thoughts happier, I need to surround myself with happy thoughts. I know that sounds a little strange, but I decided to take the advice. One thing that I love are inspirational quotes. I could spend all day on the internet looking them up. But buying those fancy canvases with certain phrases on them are expensive. So, I decided to take matters into my own hand.
There is this plastic box in my hallway closet. Inside the box are hundreds of pens, dry erase markers, erasers, and, most importantly, sharpies. We have a sharpie of every color and shade of the rainbow. I took about thirty of them, grabbed a notebook, booted up my laptop, and got to work. I was immediately lost to the world of words. I found quotes by J.K. Rowling, Walt Disney, Emily Dickinson, Anonymous. I wrote song lyrics from songs that were important to me. I wrote quotes from Looking for Alaska. I wrote quotes about music, books, and an Oscar Wilde quote talking about music and books (and flowers and the moon). Every quote that I saw that made me happy, I wrote in a different colored sharpie on my college-ruled notebook paper and taped to my wall. My wall is now filled with quotes of all kinds. I'm still adding to my wall. I took the advice. I made my thoughts happier. I wrote happy thoughts in happy colors on college-ruled notebook paper. And that has made all the difference. (The Road Less Traveled by Robert Frost will be added to my Happy Wall soon.) |
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