Mississippi is a place filled with characters that always seem to find the most convenient path. My home-state has a mindset of hospitality, shown through our Saturday Tailgating at Ole Miss in the grove, but Football is King and acting is on the back-burner. The road to becoming an actor in Mississippi is close to extinct. This may sound ridiculous, but the actual building at my college where theatre classes are offered, is shared with the schools ROTC program. The thought of becoming an actor in Mississippi has become something of a joke and the only way for myself to develop a career is to escape the cultural norms that I have surrounded myself with. My formal training as an actor has been very limited, but this does not mean that I
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Pacing slowly through this field of tears and cheers you see me, a 305 pound offensive lineman, with no thoughts pertaining to the actual loss. My team was soaking the turf with regret and yet the sad look I displayed became only means to pierce through the crowd. I had zero aspirations of continuing the hellish career of an obese offensive lineman. Football was a way of paying for the first three years of school and on that field I left every last drop of talent that I could display for the citizens of Scuba and Wiggins. The desire to become an actor gleamed throughout the arduous time of being a football player in MS, and I was reassured that acting, not football would be my future path. You may see actors who occasionally put on thirty to forty pounds to fit the mold of the person they are imitating, but I became a college football player, and one of the best. Today I am 205 pounds and you would never be able to guess that just last month I was inducted into my high school’s football hall of fame. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy my mother and father were when college coaches began to call my house to ask if I would come to their school to play football with all expenses covered. Her face would light up more and more every day as
Pacing slowly through this field of tears and cheers you see me, a 305 pound offensive lineman, with no thoughts pertaining to the actual loss. My team was soaking the turf with regret and yet the sad look I displayed became only means to pierce through the crowd. I had zero aspirations of continuing the hellish career of an obese offensive lineman. Football was a way of paying for the first three years of school and on that field I left every last drop of talent that I could display for the citizens of Scuba and Wiggins. The desire to become an actor gleamed throughout the arduous time of being a football player in MS, and I was reassured that acting, not football would be my future path. You may see actors who occasionally put on thirty to forty pounds to fit the mold of the person they are imitating, but I became a college football player, and one of the best. Today I am 205 pounds and you would never be able to guess that just last month I was inducted into my high school’s football hall of fame. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy my mother and father were when college coaches began to call my house to ask if I would come to their school to play football with all expenses covered. Her face would light up more and more every day as