Monologue A Streetcar Named Desire

It’s taken a little while for me to right this. I’ve just been thinking how to word my feeling about the department. They’re definitely positive feelings, it’s just though to find words how to describe them. Ever since I can remember I’ve had a passion for creating stories. In high school, a time I was writing amateur play scripts for fun and drawing out storyboards in colored pencil, I was encouraged by a classmate to go check out the theater department.
Most of the plays we did at that school were fluff. During my time there when we tried deep or thought provoking, it would fall flat, save for really successful production of ‘A Streetcar Named Desire”. It get it, we were only in high school. But a large portion of that cast and crew graduated and those who were left lost passion for theater. Still trying to keep the magic alive I tried to pull most of the weight but ended up melting down in the end. Even at the end when I was rewarded for the blood spilt for the department, I had lost my passion for the stage.
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If any of you bothered to read this, I just want to say thank you, personally, for contributing to this department. Anytime I go home to Stockton I always talk about the different professors and students I meet, and the fascinating things I learn. I hope so far I did good for this department, and that I continue to aid it throughout my remaining time. To be honest, as hard as I try not to regret anything, I go on each night wishing to have started sooner. I wouldn’t trade my time in the Theater department for anything. Even the days I’m exhausted, I honestly feel more alive than ever. To end things, all I can do is share a quote I heard on the radio, “Theatre is joy, uniting people in a catharsis of morality, collective emotion, and experience. Yes, there may be pain, there may be grief. But it is a burden