Today was the last day of school for me and I am going to miss it so much, I took a theater arts class because I knew the nicest people I would ever meet at my new school would be in that class, and you know what? I was right. Like most people, I am afraid of change. After going to such a small school for so many years with the same people, I grew comfortable wrapped in the arms of its ever-present constant. Now I have fled the cocoon of safety and I felt utterly alone, it is a true shock to be separated from friends you love not only by a few towns like before, but by hundreds of miles. After being so myself with the same people, how would I make new friends in a new school? Will I be liked? Will I be judged? Will I need to buy new clothes to impress my fellow students? I had made up my mind, "I'm not here to make friends," I told myself, "I'm here to learn." the first day of school I got to the door of my class and waited with a large group of people. I could tell right away the people who knew each other and who were new. I asked a girl if she knew what the teacher looked like and how I couldn't tell students and teachers apart at community colleges. We laughed and waited together for the teacher. That was the first person I talked to at school her name is Paola and we are now close friends. over the next few weeks I got quite comfortable with Paola and just acted like myself, people began to approach me and tell me that they thought I dressed nice and I had a cute personality, I finally felt that I belonged. Sure it wasn't all easy, it was after all a drama class so there was a bit off stage too. I was having a bit of boy trouble, but Cindy, Paola, Heather, and Cinda helped me out a lot.
We worked very hard together and put on a play called Medea,
it's a Greek play about betrayal, revenge, and murder. I played a chorus leader, I'm the only non-returning student to get a part with that many lines. The chorus are basically the town's people, we didn't stand on stage we stood surrounding the audience to have the sound of our united voices bounce around the room. Because I wasn't on stage I didn't invite anyone besides my immediate family to come see it, they were so sweet and they got to meet my friends which I was happy about. They gave me flowers after the performance, isn't that the cutest?
here is what I'll miss most, the people I have met, obviously, but what I'll miss most is what we did back stage together...
(Paola)
playing with the plastic forks that were always there but had no reason to be...
creeping each other out with our weird masks...
(Paola and Cindy)
hanging out with my girls...
our little photo shoots...
(Cindy, Cinda, Heather)
Johnny's dance lessons before the show.
It's really flabbergasting to me to realize that I have only known there people for five months and yet I feel as if they too went to High School with me; to know what they would so for me, to protect me from harm, and what I in turn would do for them. "I give you my heart (for love is not blind) as you are forced to part from friends who love you, and will love you forever, alone."
XOXO, ashLEIGH.
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