Of Being a Senior, and the Adventures that Await

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Today’s the day! Rumpsies, it’s here! My last day of senior year!

It is a sad day, yes, but also a joyous one. I am about to make my way into society as a filmmaker, and before I know it I’ll be the first name in a line of credits. I can see it now, my Raven Rumps. I can see the end scene of a movie, and the blackout before the credits roll. And suddenly, you see a flash of white letters that say: Directed by Sabrina Barton. But enough of future plans, because this blog is supposed to be a recap of my senior year.

This past school year has been one of the most intense, and fast, years of my life. It started out will fall play auditions in the summer, and that was the start to my senior year. We worked on the play and then found out we couldn’t get the rights, so I decided to write my own play. This was probably one of the best decisions of my life, because now I know for sure what I want to do. I learned a lot from writing and directing my own play; I learned about working with others, being patient, and how to be kind to the people I’m working with. Fall play was wonderful, and that gave way to one act and speech season. Those seemed to fly by, and I feel like my public speaking skills are better than ever because of this. I feel like first semester went by really fast. And it was one of the easiest semesters of my life.

Second semester went by even faster, with book talks, art projects, and writing another play. I loved every moment of it. Some of my classes were a bit more difficult to deal with than others, but it was an important lesson on being patient with others. I’m actually a really impatient person. Writing another play was an amazing experience, and I got to work with a cast that didn’t have much prior exposure to theatre arts. I hope that I was nice to them and showed them the beauty of theatre.

Honestly I’m not very good at recaps, because it forget a lot of the events that happened. I remember the people, though. Some of the best people I’ve ever met have been a part of my senior year, and I can’t imagine my life without them. I especially want to thank my fantastic English and Drama teacher, who has been like a second mom to me throughout my four years at Platteview. She has accepted me for the dark and spooky flower that I am, and has allowed me to be as creative as I can be. She is a wonderful mentor in theatre, and a best friend whenever I need someone to talk to. She taught me how to be myself, and I know that I’m going to miss her more than any of my other teachers.

It’s been a great ride, Rumpsies. There have been laughs, there have been tears, and there have been awkward bursts of color amongst the darkness when I lost who I was, then found myself again. I have made friends, had fights, recovered from long nights of studying by pumping myself full of caffeine, and learned to never be afraid of myself. I’m sad to go, but I’m excited for everything that awaits.

Signing off,

your lovely, spooky, going-to-be-famous, magnificent blogger, Sabrina Barton~

Of Short Poetry

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Hello, dearest Raven Rumps. Recently we’ve been studying poetry in English, and I’ve been rather inspired. I thought I would try my hand and see how it goes, so he’s a poem from yours truly. This poem is based off of a drawing that I did, entitled, “Blanche,” which I plan on making into a canvas painting during the summer. Hope you enjoy!

“Blanche.”

There once was a girl who had an umbrella,
Under which it rained.
She carried the umbrella wherever she went,
To remind her of happiness feigned.

Everyone would ask her wherever she went,
“Why does your umbrella rain?”
And she would always answer to them,
“To drown out all the pain.”

It’s rather short, but that’s what I came up with. This will be my second to last post for the year, and I’ll submit my senior year recap very soon for all of you to read. So long for now, Rumpsies~