Diary of a Speech and Drama Kid
Diary of a Speech and Drama Kid
6th Grade is already hard enough. In elementary school, we’re all ignorant to how the world is past 5th grade. It’s the second worst thing to happen right behind being the freshman class in high school. You’re the new group, the “fresh-meat,” the easier ones to pick-on. College simply gets an easy pass because to be different and unique here is almost cherished, and there is a higher sense of maturity then in the dreaded 6th grade. I was a young boy bred by an Irish Woman and a German Man. Needless to say, I wasn’t on the football team. After getting my 5th Grade Diploma, I had the whole world in front of me. I started thinking of all the great things I wanted to do and who I wanted to shape myself as a person. I decided that I wanted to play basketball, but I didn’t make the team. I wanted to play football, and I didn’t make the team. I wanted to sing; this time there was no team; I just was a bad singer. If I could appreciate anything that ever happened to me, it was that I didn’t get to do any of those things. I was one of the shortest kids in school so I most likely would have died if I played any sport. If I would have sang my voice would have set a higher pitch than it is now, and the man standing before you today sounds like a Justin Bieber back-up singer. To summarize, I wasn’t good at sports, I wasn’t good at singing, what was a small frail 6th grader to do? Theatre was the answer. Due to budget cuts and a lack of interested students, the theatre program was cut from my middle school. However, as a substitute, our school offered the Speech and Drama Club which competed in competitions all across the county. Speech and Drama was about reading and presenting different types of literature through spoken word in an affective and meaningful way. The coach of the speech and drama team was also the coach of the cheerleading squad. My audition for the team had to meet the needs of hers schedule and the only time she could
6th Grade is already hard enough. In elementary school, we’re all ignorant to how the world is past 5th grade. It’s the second worst thing to happen right behind being the freshman class in high school. You’re the new group, the “fresh-meat,” the easier ones to pick-on. College simply gets an easy pass because to be different and unique here is almost cherished, and there is a higher sense of maturity then in the dreaded 6th grade. I was a young boy bred by an Irish Woman and a German Man. Needless to say, I wasn’t on the football team. After getting my 5th Grade Diploma, I had the whole world in front of me. I started thinking of all the great things I wanted to do and who I wanted to shape myself as a person. I decided that I wanted to play basketball, but I didn’t make the team. I wanted to play football, and I didn’t make the team. I wanted to sing; this time there was no team; I just was a bad singer. If I could appreciate anything that ever happened to me, it was that I didn’t get to do any of those things. I was one of the shortest kids in school so I most likely would have died if I played any sport. If I would have sang my voice would have set a higher pitch than it is now, and the man standing before you today sounds like a Justin Bieber back-up singer. To summarize, I wasn’t good at sports, I wasn’t good at singing, what was a small frail 6th grader to do? Theatre was the answer. Due to budget cuts and a lack of interested students, the theatre program was cut from my middle school. However, as a substitute, our school offered the Speech and Drama Club which competed in competitions all across the county. Speech and Drama was about reading and presenting different types of literature through spoken word in an affective and meaningful way. The coach of the speech and drama team was also the coach of the cheerleading squad. My audition for the team had to meet the needs of hers schedule and the only time she could