Mr. Tunnell,
In all the absence and silence that were bestowed, this is an approach of something different. This is not a letter of apology. This is not a story of pain or pity; I tell my tale because it was a story of hope and perseverance. The times we had part ways had not change me, but it grew on me.
My theatre director took me in the following day. He visited me like I was some lost cause in an establishment of shunned children in the world (people who were caught doing this and that). The relationship between him and I are different from you being it was a different impact. I get yelled at and shamed by him all the time, along with everybody. The times when he complimented me was the most rewarding. The things we could say, are intimate. The bond you and I had (or I felt), I never saw shame from you. You were proud, success or loss. The time when I knew I cannot take back the “acting” and lies from you, I soaked the pain deadly.
“I remember when you told me that you were resigning from the theatre company. You said you were off to your dreams.”
“I don’t need fame.”
“It was not about fame. It was the great character in and outside.”
“...It was about the character when nobody is physically present. I am evil when I am alone.”
“David. Arthur was not for perfection. Arthur was for openness. Of course, you sang more beautifully than any other auditioners and to my disappointment (cough) CHRISTIAN… You were truly alone as an individual. Rarely have I ever cried myself in a performance.”
“...”
“You are the most quietest lead I ever had. Modest.”
“Chivalry?”
“You put that up very high. You wanted to bring honor. You wanted to bring it close to your family, friends, and culture.”
“...I don’t want to celebrate anymore.”
“Do no...
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...more as I cannot promote my thing anymore. I continue to lead in my section in band, away from my saddening absence of practice in harmony that I put them through. I talked to Mr. Radar, on only assisting them, and not to be affiliated with the team (it was a shock to him) and I will only feel like I was a part of it during my 7-8th grade and sophomore year, somewhat my junior. I will work out (something you always encouraged me to do) to get ready for Track & Field. And finally, theatre. I have denied accepting my director’s offer to let me be an actor again, but I will be on sound and light crew, in which I can recover again and be closer to my dreams.
Thank you for everything you have done for me. It was an honor to have you as my mentor for the years I have deservedly been in it. Do not let the team go, watch over some great students...
Best regards,
David Pham
The speaker’s rocky encounter with her ex-lover is captured through personification, diction, and tone. Overall, the poem recaps the inner conflicts that the speak endures while speaking to her ex-lover. She ponders through stages of the past and present. Memories of how they were together and the present and how she feels about him. Never once did she broadcast her emotions towards him, demonstrating the strong facade on the outside, but the crumbling structure on the inside.
I thank you for your commitment and patience. You’ve watched me stumble at times in my new role and I’m especially thankful for those who have spoken up and given me heartfelt advice
There’s an event in everyone's life that changes you, whether it be a simple hello or a death in the family. Tragically, mine begins with my mother marrying her second husband. The lessons I learned from this man shaped me into the person I am today. I came from a bad situation and he took my family in and and showed me that not every man is the same. Perseverance, the ability to forgive, and willingness to change your life for the better are just some of the things he taught me. If it weren’t for the little talks we had I wouldn’t be hopeful that I am, that I will turn my life around.
“I grew up in the theatre world. I spent eight years doing stage plays and musicals. I love the world of acting and this was a great opportunity for me to get back into my theatre roots. I loved getting dressed up and putting on a performance to entertain people.”
Like so many innocent, selfless girls, untouched by the world, I forgave him. The pain dispersing through my body reminded me that I was strong and all I needed to do was heal. I would cry without tears at first, the sadness inside me so intense, that the hollowness in my heart would weigh me down. My heart’s deep hollowness was so immense, that the loudest shrie...
“How am I supposed to portray something that is the complete opposite of me?” My voice had risen to the volume associated with anger, but I was more frustrated than angry. I squinted into the bright lights, set just below the stage. I could just make out my theater Director sitting in a chair with his arms crossed over his scrawny chest.
I hope that you can see my education and future are advancing as we speak. This doesn’t mean I haven’t had a few bumps in the road, because I have. Actually, some of the bumps have unfortunately been financial aid. But, I am growing. It is a day to day continual experience of growth and it’s exciting for me to see where it takes me. Again, thank you for this opportunity and all the work you do as an organization.
Eighth grade was the year where I wanted to finally create a better work-ethic for myself. Even though I had the purest of intents, everything did not go as planned. Of course, a drastic change such as the one I wished to achieve wouldn’t happen overnight, but I had to start somewhere. In the beginning of the year, I would try my best to get a head start on projects whilst putting forth my best effort. I had already started to have a more positive outlook on the year than I ever have before. New opportunities would arise and, for once, I would be able to take them. Along with this, I started to stay true to myself and delve more into my newly formed interests. In the beginning of seventh grade, I had discovered a new passion and eighth grade was the year I finally decided to take some action. Sixth grade me would have never stepped anywhere near a stage, but eighth grade me jumped at every opportunity to help out our theatre department. Having signed up for theatre classes, I was very anxious, but that didn’t stop me from establishing my own confidence to put myself out there. I am most grateful for this change because I have made so many new friends and have shared wonderful experiences with all of them that I will cherish forever. Of course, some friends came and went, but those few who have stuck with me through everything mean the world to me. I still have friends from sixth grade, and I have friends that I made just this year, but they all deeply care for me. I wouldn’t be who I am today without them, as cliche as it sounds. Even though my friend groups may change, all of them have changed me for the
During the summer before my 10th grade year, I received enough voice lessons from my chorus teacher to become the bass section leader of the choir. Also, the year ended with my being one of the first two people to successfully pass the second round in the Georgia Music Educators Association (GMEA) Allstate Audition process and finalist of the program. Even though I made an amazing accomplishment, I still needed a lot of help. Before the last concert of my 10th grade year, Tony Rhone, the other Allstate finalist and tenor section leader, was submerged in his school and social pleasures. He left the tenor section without a leader....
With each passing moment, my heart seems to yearn for our reunion with even greater ardor, despite my prior belief that my love for you had already reached the zenith of human emotion. Over the course of our long and painful separation, I have experienced and endured more than I ever thought I would within the vicinity of my time on this earth, and have been forced to drastically revise my interpretations of both pure bliss and anguish.
Mr. Peyton has helped me through so much; he’s seen me cry, he’s heard my rants, and he’s been there when I need to smile. Seeing him smile, makes me want to smile because it’s very rare that people can say they enjoy their job. Knowing that graduation is two years away makes me upset because leaving such a great school and such a great mentor is going to be hard because no one can replace what has happened. I know you’re thinking, It’s two years. Chill out! but when you’re at a great school with great teachers who are there for you when you need them, you just want to be there forever and treasure them.
the theater director needed three people to assist them due to sickness and the boys were ready. As I sat next to the theater director his face was frozen he had to be star structed. He was mesmerized by the three guys Ethereal acting skills. When finished the theater director begged the guys to replace the actors in the play. She complimented them saying “ you act with such a Consummate elegance”. I wasn't surprised he was impressed they put on a show everyday in front of me. After the period was over we went to Gym.The last period of the
I can surely say that I won't be able to forget about our love story. You were the most beautiful thing that could ever happen in my life. The most tender feeling I have ever endured. Having you in my life and having the opportunity to meet you brought warmth, love, and passion to my heart and soul. The fact that we decide to go separate ways has filled my heart with coldness, sadness and fear, not knowing if you would ever come back to me and perhaps you would forget me bring tears to my eyes.
It is always difficult as things come to an end, and even more difficult to say goodbye, but we cannot look at this as goodbye. This is simply a farewell until we meet again. We wish you all the best in your futures and hope that everything you achieve is what you expected and more – as we know you are all going to do great things. Wherever you may go, never be afraid to accept challenges and take on all challenges you may face head on. And remember, life 's a dance, you learn as you go!
"Isn't it funny how you can think you're completely over someone, but if you drive past his house, stumble upon a meaningful song you both shared, or even catch a glance of him on the street, just in an instant, it can change all that, and you start to remember the pain. And that hollow space is feeling more and more like the Grand Canyon with every second that goes by. But you bury these feelings deep down, so deep that you're sure no one will be able to tell. To the outside world, you smile and act like nothing is wrong or will ever be. Everything's just perfect. And you go along your merry way, all the while home realizing how much you do miss him, how much you still love him... and it sticks with you for days, weeks, maybe months, until fate decides to hand you another one of these unexpected moments. And then you finally understand the worst feeling in the world is when the person you love the most is standing right next to you, yet you can never have them."