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Shakespeare and Tears
Apr. 12th, 2015 12:45 amWent home for the weekend. Saw my old school, which was hosting an auction, my old advisor and one of my oldest longtime friends, who was a friend by necessity. We're both gradutating soon. We graduated high school together, that high school. Well, we were there for six years, it was a middle-high school.
So I got a little teary.
Then I went to see my old theater group. Who are basically a second-family, but more than that. They've seen me grow up, and now I'm seeing the younger members grow up. Boys shooting up like weeds, girls I knew as tiny children getting boobs bigger than mine. I'm graduating college in a few weeks. I've spent ten years connected to these people in one way or another.
It's ... odd. I cried, a lot, at the play, and then at people. I got hugged a lot. People asked how I was doing, my plans, were shocked about my impending graduation and gave high-fives and insisted I couldn't be graduating already because it couldn't have been four years already. A guy I consider practically a big brother hugged me so hard my back cracked. An actor I really respect whom I've known for about ten years told me he was so pleased to see me again. People reminded me that I can always come back to them. One of my mentors told me he was proud of me. I started crying.
Overwhelmed with emotions and now drained. Watching Shakespeare stuff to recharge.
So I got a little teary.
Then I went to see my old theater group. Who are basically a second-family, but more than that. They've seen me grow up, and now I'm seeing the younger members grow up. Boys shooting up like weeds, girls I knew as tiny children getting boobs bigger than mine. I'm graduating college in a few weeks. I've spent ten years connected to these people in one way or another.
It's ... odd. I cried, a lot, at the play, and then at people. I got hugged a lot. People asked how I was doing, my plans, were shocked about my impending graduation and gave high-fives and insisted I couldn't be graduating already because it couldn't have been four years already. A guy I consider practically a big brother hugged me so hard my back cracked. An actor I really respect whom I've known for about ten years told me he was so pleased to see me again. People reminded me that I can always come back to them. One of my mentors told me he was proud of me. I started crying.
Overwhelmed with emotions and now drained. Watching Shakespeare stuff to recharge.
