My high school theatre experience has affected my life in numerous ways. Unlike most students at my school who enjoy acting and participating in theatre, I am extremely introverted and have always felt shy and uncomfortable around others. Whether it was not knowing what to say or fearing that I would say the wrong thing, I rarely interacted with my fellow students for fear of embarrassment. However, my involvement in high school theatre has greatly improved my struggle with social anxiety. In seventh grade, the high school offered middle school students the chance to audition for roles in the musical Annie. Being interested in musical theatre, I decided that I would try to overcome my plaguing fears of rejection and failure and audition for
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It was then that I realized acting provided an elaborately disguised escape from reality, a portal into which one could nestle into a place that at first, though unfamiliar, would soon become synonymous with home. In the years since that pivotal realization, I have evolved from being a red-headed orphan in New York to a Hungarian prisoner in Cook County Jail, with my final home being 17 Cherry Tree Lane in London where I exist as a no-nonsense nanny. Through these experiences, I have made lasting friendships with people whom I never imagined I would even talk to, and have learned that others view theatre as an escape from themselves, too. I won't deny that I haven't had struggles along the way-- the hours are long and grueling, the constant dancing and singing monotonous, and the perfecting of makeup, fake eyelashes and hair tedious, but the final product has always made the yearly cycle of struggle worth it; the tired feet, exhausted faces, and aching muscles serve as a forgotten testimony to the sound of the applause and the feeling of euphoria that wash over you during every
It was then that I realized acting provided an elaborately disguised escape from reality, a portal into which one could nestle into a place that at first, though unfamiliar, would soon become synonymous with home. In the years since that pivotal realization, I have evolved from being a red-headed orphan in New York to a Hungarian prisoner in Cook County Jail, with my final home being 17 Cherry Tree Lane in London where I exist as a no-nonsense nanny. Through these experiences, I have made lasting friendships with people whom I never imagined I would even talk to, and have learned that others view theatre as an escape from themselves, too. I won't deny that I haven't had struggles along the way-- the hours are long and grueling, the constant dancing and singing monotonous, and the perfecting of makeup, fake eyelashes and hair tedious, but the final product has always made the yearly cycle of struggle worth it; the tired feet, exhausted faces, and aching muscles serve as a forgotten testimony to the sound of the applause and the feeling of euphoria that wash over you during every