(Source: cassiejuly)
GPOY And The Bulletin Board That Changed Your Life
I’d been known for being kind of funny in high school but I was also very shy. I never got involved in anything for fear of failing. As I started my first year in college I had decided I had a chance to reinvent myself and was looking for the opportunity to do…something. But what?
I went into the cafeteria at Millersville University and on this bulletin board was a handmade sign.
“So you think you’re funny? Prove it!”
It was inviting people to join the campus comedy group. It was the kind of thing I always wanted to be involved with but never had the courage to do. And the sign seemed to be speaking right to me.
I don’t know what would have happened if I hadn’t seen that sign. Or if it hadn’t “called me out” so directly. That day, and that bulletin board, changed the direction of my life.
It was nice to go back and say thank you.
Too bad it didn’t have a sign that said “Want to be successful? We have the secret!” I should have hung out in the Economics building.
Ag
This is the moment when I first thought it would be cool to be an actor…
And the moment when I first thought I wanted a cane…
And when I first realized I’d enjoy being rich, lying to awful parents, and killing children.
Ag
cogito-ergo-wtf replied to your post: Tonight we start the second weekend of “To Kill A Mockingbird.”
Wait… I’m confused; I thought you were playing Scout. :-D
I am. We believe in non-traditional casting and liberal directorial discretion in Central Florida Community Theater.
On a related note, be sure to check me out next week as Dorothy in “The Wiz.”
Ag
GPOYPDWIYFPITBITNBYDDW
(Gratuitous Picture Of You Playing “Doo-Wop” In Your First Professional Improv Troupe Back In The Nineties Before Your Dreams Died Wednesday)
I was good at something once upon a time.
Ag
Anyone who has done theater knows what it’s like to only know your fellow performers by their roles. Lots of times you’ll see your castmates years later and greet them by their character names.
Which is going to be a problem since I call most of the African Americans in the cast n*****.
Ag
Love theater?
Love me?
Hate Central Florida and would like to journey to a magical happy land known as Maycomb, Alabama in the 1930s?
Then come see me say the “N-word” repeatedly in “To Kill A Mockingbird!”
Let me know if you’re coming to a show and I can work the name of your tumblr into one of Bob Ewell’s racist incoherent rambles!
