So I posted a scene and a monologue I wrote for my theatre class and I kinda like where it is going. A part of my new years resolution is to write as much as I can, whether is daily journaling or even writing an entire play. So I decided to continue the build on the character I introduced a few posts ago. So here it goes... (F.Y.I the writing below is all from the top of my head...just pure spontaneous writing...)
to follow this scene, refer to the posts: Creative Works in Progress and Creative Works in Progress Continued. Suggestions are welcome!
The Dugout Act 1 Scene 1
Coach: You're going to stay in this dugout forever unless you don't protect your head. I'm not sending you out there unless your keep a better eye on the ball and you put your darn helmet on! You're lucky you just got a little bump on your head last inning, you could of came back to the dugout as a looney. So from now on you watch that head of yours, ya hear?!
Boy: Yes coach. How soon until I can play?
Coach: Not till the next game.
Boy:Aww, man, please!!
Coach: No I think we will just keep ya here...
Boy: For how much longer?
Crowd cheers as Boy's teammate hits a homerun and wins the game.
coach runs out of dugout to congratulate the kids. Boy sits in dugout, puzzled. Boy collects his gear and heads out of dugout to meet his parents. Parents notice the boy's disappointment.
Mother: Sorry, honey, about not getting to play. (hugs him, pause) Are you crazy or something?! Where was your helmet?! Do you know how much that stupid piece of plastic cost me?! (pause) There will be other baseball games, how about you phone up some of the other boys, maybe you all can play this weekend...just for fun.
Father: Yeah phone up the others, because you won't be playing for while...
Boy: What?! What do you mean?!
Father: You didn't tell him?
Mother: No, I thought you told him.
Father: Well, I obviously didn't. (notices the concern on his son's face) Great. He's going to cry.
Boy: Daddy, what are you talking about?
Mother: We're moving in a week son.
Boy: What?! No!! Thats when the last game of the season is!
Father: Too bad, we're leaving whether you like it or not.
Boy: You guys lied to me. There won't be another game! I hate you!
Father: Woah, watch your words buddy. We're just trying to help you. I mean you don't have the best hand-eye coordination out there, we are just trying to protect you. You've been hit so many times in the head and we wouldn't want you to become a looney.
Boy: I'm not a looney! (screams) Now I'm never going to be a professional baseball player, like Babe Ruth! I hate you both! (storms offstage)
Father: Whatever, we hate you too, you idiot!
Mother: Hey don't talk to him like that!
Father: What? He's not the brightest star in the galaxy and he should know. You wouldn't want the boy to live his life thinkin' he's the next best professional athlete when he's really just the next village idiot.
Mother: But do you really have to say in to his face?
Father: Yes, or else I'd be lying to the poor fellow.
Mother: Ugh, this family...is just so...
Father: Fucked up?
Mother: Excuse you!
Father: Well Its the truth.
Mother: You're fucked up!
Father: Right back at cha sweetheart! (opens a bottle of beer)
Mother: I can't stand you! I can't stand the boy! I can't stand this house, this town! ahHHH!
Father: Well, thats life for you...
Mother: Life is a piece of shit. (smokes a cigarette outside)
Father: Sometimes I wish I could be knocked on the head like that dumb boy.
Mother: (after finishing one cigarette, realizes there aren't anymore) Dammit!! Where are the cigs?! Have you been taking my cigs!?
Father: No, you dumb whore.
Mother: Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit.
(father storms off)
Boy: Mom, whats for dinner? I'm hungry.
Mother: I don't know! I don't care! Go make yourself your own damn dinner you piece of shit!
Boy (tears up and scurries off to side)
Mother: I hate this house! I hate him! I hate them! Fuck dinners! throws plates at the walls, fuck laundry! Fuck!!!!
Blackout on Mother. Spotlight on boy.
Boy: I hate my life. Maybe the dugout isn't such a bad place afterall. I mean its cozy and its the closest thing I'll ever get to the field.
Blackout.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
2010: My metamorphosis. 2011: My time to fly
Well, we made it past another year. Hooray! :D This new years in particular, I am reminded of the most prominent theme of my academic career: seeing life as both a creative and destructive entity. As this year is ending, a new one is beginning. I used to be bothered by life's dynamic rhythm, but my high school English teacher, the most influential and inspiring person in my life, taught me how to enjoy, rather than fight, the waves life throws at me.
Unlike most Americans, I was not at a racy new years party. I don't believe that you need to spend new years eve drinking till you pass out. New years eve should be a time of deep reflection and reminiscing. You can't exactly look back at the year if you are deeply intoxicated. Tonight, I stayed home with my dad; we played ping pong and watched our favorite movies. It reminded me of all the many other times I've stayed with him. As soon as he went off to bed, I thought about the year 2010. I thought about the people I've met, the places I've been, the challenges I've overcome,the success I've achieved and what I've learned from all the good and bad experiences I've had in three-hundred and sixty five days.
Luckily, I have kept a pretty extensive journal over the years. One glance at my journal and I was sent back to myself a year ago. I re-lived all of the emotions I felt as a senior in high school. I felt the stress, the fear, the confusion, and the anxiousness, and the happiness. I felt my impatience to get out of my small town, but also the fear of leaving it. I felt the stress of school work and college applications, but also the joy of acceptances and the happiness of friends and family. This is why I love journaling; it allows me to instantly return to past feelings and emotions. It is the closest thing humanity has to time traveling. If you want to time travel, well at least to the past, grab a pen/pencil and paper and start writing!
As I was looking back at my journal and I realized just how much I have progressed. When I glanced in the journal I re-visited a anxiety and stress prone seventeen year old. My journal entries were scribbled with my school fears: failing AP tests, not finishing papers in time, relationships, college rejections, tennis competitions etc. I always seemed to have something to rant about.Looking back at those entries, I feel silly for worrying about trivial things. I really had no reason to worry about those things. In the end I always achieved success: I scored 3 and 4's on my AP exams, I earned high grades on my papers, I dealt with relationships the best that I could, I was accepted to all of my colleges and am very satisfied with the one I am attending, and I did just fine at my tennis tournaments. I was a bit of a worry wart.
Now, I am journaling as more aware and relaxed eighteen year old college freshman. I realized I have no reason to constantly stress about school work. There are bigger problems in the world. There are bigger things I can be worried about. I proved to myself that school work and activities should not be something I have to worry about.
April 24, 2010 was the start of a more aware me. On that day, my car and another collided head on and I was plummeted into major revelation. On that day I was inches to death. After that moment, I realized that my school stress was pointless. It is silly for me to stress about a paper, when life itself is so fragile. After talking to my English teacher and engaging in deep contemplation, I vowed to fully live my life, and stop wasting my life away, rotting in pointless fear of failure. Perfection is impossible. It took a car crash for me to realize that simple truth. Life is never-ending roller coaster. There are going to be many high and low points. The key is to enjoy the ride, no matter how bumpy. With each bump, you have the opportunity to learn something new.
After reflecting on 2010, I have decided that during the year of 2011 and years to come, my main goal is to simply live. I plan on living each frame of life to the fullest. I want to be open to change and embrace new and different experiences. During future experiences, I plan on listening to my body, mind and soul, by deeply feeling every emotion and sensation in my heart and in my body. Once I have felt the variety of feelings my body produces, I will record it in my journal or on this blog. I will treat my body with respect by living a stress-free and healthy lifestyle, full exercise and meditation. Ultimately, my goal for 2011 is to enjoy my time at college and learn as much as can. I will open my perception to a wide range of possibilities and ideas in order to see the rainbow that life is.
Happy New Years Everyone! Hope you all have a wonderful year! 2011! My year of awareness and love. Peace, Happiness and Love to you all!
Unlike most Americans, I was not at a racy new years party. I don't believe that you need to spend new years eve drinking till you pass out. New years eve should be a time of deep reflection and reminiscing. You can't exactly look back at the year if you are deeply intoxicated. Tonight, I stayed home with my dad; we played ping pong and watched our favorite movies. It reminded me of all the many other times I've stayed with him. As soon as he went off to bed, I thought about the year 2010. I thought about the people I've met, the places I've been, the challenges I've overcome,the success I've achieved and what I've learned from all the good and bad experiences I've had in three-hundred and sixty five days.
Luckily, I have kept a pretty extensive journal over the years. One glance at my journal and I was sent back to myself a year ago. I re-lived all of the emotions I felt as a senior in high school. I felt the stress, the fear, the confusion, and the anxiousness, and the happiness. I felt my impatience to get out of my small town, but also the fear of leaving it. I felt the stress of school work and college applications, but also the joy of acceptances and the happiness of friends and family. This is why I love journaling; it allows me to instantly return to past feelings and emotions. It is the closest thing humanity has to time traveling. If you want to time travel, well at least to the past, grab a pen/pencil and paper and start writing!
As I was looking back at my journal and I realized just how much I have progressed. When I glanced in the journal I re-visited a anxiety and stress prone seventeen year old. My journal entries were scribbled with my school fears: failing AP tests, not finishing papers in time, relationships, college rejections, tennis competitions etc. I always seemed to have something to rant about.Looking back at those entries, I feel silly for worrying about trivial things. I really had no reason to worry about those things. In the end I always achieved success: I scored 3 and 4's on my AP exams, I earned high grades on my papers, I dealt with relationships the best that I could, I was accepted to all of my colleges and am very satisfied with the one I am attending, and I did just fine at my tennis tournaments. I was a bit of a worry wart.
Now, I am journaling as more aware and relaxed eighteen year old college freshman. I realized I have no reason to constantly stress about school work. There are bigger problems in the world. There are bigger things I can be worried about. I proved to myself that school work and activities should not be something I have to worry about.
April 24, 2010 was the start of a more aware me. On that day, my car and another collided head on and I was plummeted into major revelation. On that day I was inches to death. After that moment, I realized that my school stress was pointless. It is silly for me to stress about a paper, when life itself is so fragile. After talking to my English teacher and engaging in deep contemplation, I vowed to fully live my life, and stop wasting my life away, rotting in pointless fear of failure. Perfection is impossible. It took a car crash for me to realize that simple truth. Life is never-ending roller coaster. There are going to be many high and low points. The key is to enjoy the ride, no matter how bumpy. With each bump, you have the opportunity to learn something new.
After reflecting on 2010, I have decided that during the year of 2011 and years to come, my main goal is to simply live. I plan on living each frame of life to the fullest. I want to be open to change and embrace new and different experiences. During future experiences, I plan on listening to my body, mind and soul, by deeply feeling every emotion and sensation in my heart and in my body. Once I have felt the variety of feelings my body produces, I will record it in my journal or on this blog. I will treat my body with respect by living a stress-free and healthy lifestyle, full exercise and meditation. Ultimately, my goal for 2011 is to enjoy my time at college and learn as much as can. I will open my perception to a wide range of possibilities and ideas in order to see the rainbow that life is.
Happy New Years Everyone! Hope you all have a wonderful year! 2011! My year of awareness and love. Peace, Happiness and Love to you all!
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