Continuation........ another day.
MUHAMMAD CAME LATE FOR CLASS.
OH HEEELLLL TO THE NO.
Because he came late... we were unable to get Mr. Rey's attention.
Im not even gonna say much for this...
I'm just gonna say I'm pissed because if I say why... I'm gonna bitch up this whole post.
Later in the day, Adam texted me and asked me to meet up to talk about his little situation.
We came to a decision.
We would talk to Mr. Rey about it.
About what, you ask?
ABOUT DROPPING HIM.
Neither Adam nor I could take it anymore... we NEEDED to drop him. He was not showing up. Not performing... cost us special one to one time with Mr. Rey... TWICE and he isn't improving. I've already told him how he could improve but he just looked uninterested. Totally and completely uninterested and he didn't get any better This whole thing sucks. We just could not work with him. He's just exceptionally hard to work with. His attitude about everything doesn't make it any easier to deal with either.
And we did... We talked... we talked it out with Mr. Rey... and settled it.
He was out.
I know... it's mean... it's unfair... but what he was doing was unfair to us as well. No one should be pulling anyone down at this stage. Everyone should be pulling their OWN weight. And Muhammad is dead weight. I am not pulling dead weight for the sake of my A.
So, it was done... he was out. No more bullshit... no more unproductivity... no more laid back nonsense. Pure, hardcore, work.
We were scared, Adam and I. We were REALLY scared. I mean... we only had ONE WEEK left to make it happen. HOW we were going to make it happen, we had NO IDEA... but somehow... somehow... somehow... we promised we would. We kicked Muhammad out... and now, with only JUST the two of us, we swore we would do whatever it took to make it happen.
Adam and I were actually pretty pumped up about the whole thing. We were excited, worried, scared and happy all at once. The pressure was on us.
I actually started running around... like a headless chicken and called everyone I knew to pass us their scripts. It was hard cuz... nobody answered... and the ones that did... didn't have their scripts, the only ones that had... we Joshua and David. Their books were the same... so... I read all the 1 man 1 woman plays and found THIS ONE... with Adam.
It was called Saturday Night... about a upper-middle-class couple in their twenties settling out their differences in a cute fight. And it was settled. Saturday Night was our new play and we swore we would do it well.
Monday 30 April 2012
Absence
This is a continuation from the post below but just as the one before... this is about another day.
As you know... practices have no been fruitful. Despite Adam's warning about bucking up, he's just as laid back as ever... taking everything for granted. Urgh. He may not be taking things for granted... but... he acts like he does and that pisses me off. I didn't want to tell him off because I was pretty sure that it'd ruin my mood and my willingness to practice. He just gives me such a lazy, slow vibe and it's getting more and more negative cuz I hate that vibe... so unproductive... so... URGH. I wish I could tell him to run around and slap himself a few times to wake the fuck up! I don't think we even did many practices cuz... I couldn't be there... because of my own events and shit... but we actually came on a Sunday to practice and it was SO unproductive. All we did was scene read and act... a little. Goddamn... urgh. It's true what they say... when one person's not in the mood, the whole place is affected. The kind of energy our friend there gives... is so... urgh. We were definitely under performing. I'm not going to point fingers.... I am to be blamed as well.
Anyway... there was class... as usual. I was feeling pretty damn miserable. I mean... I doubt we got better at all. Here's the thing though.
As you know... practices have no been fruitful. Despite Adam's warning about bucking up, he's just as laid back as ever... taking everything for granted. Urgh. He may not be taking things for granted... but... he acts like he does and that pisses me off. I didn't want to tell him off because I was pretty sure that it'd ruin my mood and my willingness to practice. He just gives me such a lazy, slow vibe and it's getting more and more negative cuz I hate that vibe... so unproductive... so... URGH. I wish I could tell him to run around and slap himself a few times to wake the fuck up! I don't think we even did many practices cuz... I couldn't be there... because of my own events and shit... but we actually came on a Sunday to practice and it was SO unproductive. All we did was scene read and act... a little. Goddamn... urgh. It's true what they say... when one person's not in the mood, the whole place is affected. The kind of energy our friend there gives... is so... urgh. We were definitely under performing. I'm not going to point fingers.... I am to be blamed as well.
Anyway... there was class... as usual. I was feeling pretty damn miserable. I mean... I doubt we got better at all. Here's the thing though.
MUHAMMAD DECIDED NOT TO COME.
I don't know... if he fainted or was stuck in a jam or his grandmother died... I DON'T KNOW. All I knew was... he wasn't there... and Adam and I was as pissed as hell. We got kicked out of class because he wasn't around to do the play with us. I was so pissed... my head felt like it was on fire. Hell was breaking lose in my head... but I smiled... on the outside... I just smiled.... and went.
Adam did warn him I think. He did warn him about bucking up and stuff but... I don't know... how much actually went into his head.
Adam did warn him I think. He did warn him about bucking up and stuff but... I don't know... how much actually went into his head.
Just to goddamn pissed
This is a continuation from the post below. Just that I'm posting about a different day.
I'm not going to waste time so... it's going to be short and sweet.
The previous class was supposed to be my group's one on one time with Mr. Rey so that he could help us with the scene readings and all. Unfortu-freaking-nately, our group was last and didn't have much time. What he did with us did help a lot even in that short time. I realized from the last lesson that we weren't using the words properly. That... we had to use the words like bullets because we were lawyers and that everything's a competition. As usual, Muhammad was mumbling and not enunciating. I swear... the more I listen to his sloppy way of speaking, the more I want to slap him and scream "Would it hurt to speak clearer cuz I'm sitting right next to you and I CAN'T HEAR SHIT!!!!". He talks with this slur... oh god. But... anyway... with what little time we had with Mr. Rey, I learnt that we needed to use the words more efficiently and that we had to get our characters straight. What did we want from everything we said? What did it mean when we said it? You know... things like that. The play was about status. Like... who tops who? Who makes it out there? Who gets the job? I took everything in and digested it like yummy food. Sweet sweet, yummy food.
So... This post is going to be about our first full dress rehearsal in class. I was all lawyered and shit. I brought my blazer, I wore my little black dress and black heels. I wore all black. HAHAHAH. Cuz I think black is sexy, mysterious and corporate and that is what Sherry Kramer is. Muhammad came with a sort of casual long sleeved shirt that looked very out of place and pants that looked even more out of place. I didn't really say much cuz... what's the point. There's no way he can change into anything else. Adam however was spot on. Very nice suit and shirt... only problem was his canvas shoes and jeans pants but otherwise... He looked smokin'. And I'm not kidding. He's hot. Okay... I'm gonna stop now. XDDD
So... waiting for our turn was actually quite nerve wrecking because we didn't know how we were gonna do. I mean... it was a JUST a rehearsal but I was worried cuz... we have never actually gotten proper attention from Mr. Rey like the OTHERS did so, I don't know bout' Muhammad but I was worried. I know Adam was too. I don't know how Muhammad does it... but he's chilled about EVERYTHING... and I don't mean that in a good way.
After watching a few acts... it was our turn. We set our own stage and got ready. We started on set and did our thing! It went as rehearsed... possibly better since we were a little more prepared... I guess. I don't know. After that... we just... went back and sat down. Nothing more could be done. I didn't think we did that badly... perhaps because Adam and I didn't know HOW to improve the play anymore... we were just stuck. Whenever we had practices, it was not really fruitful because we would spend our time... either waiting for Muhammad or taking our time to get warmed up. I don't know why but... it's just so hard to work right when Muhammad's around. He also has this very laid back character. He's very slow and does everything slowly and even speaks slowly. His low, very very low energy just rubs off on us and making us feel shitty. He always looks bored too and that rubs off on us as well. So, we get bored easily. I dunno bout Adam but on me... Muhammad's very bored, very low energy attitude really rubbed off on me. I did NOT enjoy practices with Muhammad and Adam cuz... It was always the same unproductivity. I doubt it had ANYTHING to do with Adam cuz... when we talk and bounce ideas off each other, they come fast... but then, when we do it with Muhammad... it becomes... Frustratingly lazy and slow. I have no idea why. The chemistry between us 3 was NEVER there. Plus... lack of attention from Mr. Rey was not doing much good. Anyway... main point is... I thought we were OKAY... cuz... I didn't know what else to do with the play. I was stumped. I didn't know what to do with us... with him.
I'm not going to waste time so... it's going to be short and sweet.
The previous class was supposed to be my group's one on one time with Mr. Rey so that he could help us with the scene readings and all. Unfortu-freaking-nately, our group was last and didn't have much time. What he did with us did help a lot even in that short time. I realized from the last lesson that we weren't using the words properly. That... we had to use the words like bullets because we were lawyers and that everything's a competition. As usual, Muhammad was mumbling and not enunciating. I swear... the more I listen to his sloppy way of speaking, the more I want to slap him and scream "Would it hurt to speak clearer cuz I'm sitting right next to you and I CAN'T HEAR SHIT!!!!". He talks with this slur... oh god. But... anyway... with what little time we had with Mr. Rey, I learnt that we needed to use the words more efficiently and that we had to get our characters straight. What did we want from everything we said? What did it mean when we said it? You know... things like that. The play was about status. Like... who tops who? Who makes it out there? Who gets the job? I took everything in and digested it like yummy food. Sweet sweet, yummy food.
So... This post is going to be about our first full dress rehearsal in class. I was all lawyered and shit. I brought my blazer, I wore my little black dress and black heels. I wore all black. HAHAHAH. Cuz I think black is sexy, mysterious and corporate and that is what Sherry Kramer is. Muhammad came with a sort of casual long sleeved shirt that looked very out of place and pants that looked even more out of place. I didn't really say much cuz... what's the point. There's no way he can change into anything else. Adam however was spot on. Very nice suit and shirt... only problem was his canvas shoes and jeans pants but otherwise... He looked smokin'. And I'm not kidding. He's hot. Okay... I'm gonna stop now. XDDD
So... waiting for our turn was actually quite nerve wrecking because we didn't know how we were gonna do. I mean... it was a JUST a rehearsal but I was worried cuz... we have never actually gotten proper attention from Mr. Rey like the OTHERS did so, I don't know bout' Muhammad but I was worried. I know Adam was too. I don't know how Muhammad does it... but he's chilled about EVERYTHING... and I don't mean that in a good way.
After watching a few acts... it was our turn. We set our own stage and got ready. We started on set and did our thing! It went as rehearsed... possibly better since we were a little more prepared... I guess. I don't know. After that... we just... went back and sat down. Nothing more could be done. I didn't think we did that badly... perhaps because Adam and I didn't know HOW to improve the play anymore... we were just stuck. Whenever we had practices, it was not really fruitful because we would spend our time... either waiting for Muhammad or taking our time to get warmed up. I don't know why but... it's just so hard to work right when Muhammad's around. He also has this very laid back character. He's very slow and does everything slowly and even speaks slowly. His low, very very low energy just rubs off on us and making us feel shitty. He always looks bored too and that rubs off on us as well. So, we get bored easily. I dunno bout Adam but on me... Muhammad's very bored, very low energy attitude really rubbed off on me. I did NOT enjoy practices with Muhammad and Adam cuz... It was always the same unproductivity. I doubt it had ANYTHING to do with Adam cuz... when we talk and bounce ideas off each other, they come fast... but then, when we do it with Muhammad... it becomes... Frustratingly lazy and slow. I have no idea why. The chemistry between us 3 was NEVER there. Plus... lack of attention from Mr. Rey was not doing much good. Anyway... main point is... I thought we were OKAY... cuz... I didn't know what else to do with the play. I was stumped. I didn't know what to do with us... with him.
Turns out... our play was worse than we thought. Mr. Rey didn't like it at all. We were headed for a LOW C.
A LOW C....
WHAT THE FUCK
WHAT THE FUCK
WHAT THE FUCK
We were THAT bad??????? I kept asking myself that question over and over. I wasn't angry at Mr. Rey... why would I be? I was angry at myself for not making it work... I was angry at myself for letting Muhammad slip. Cuz... he was like... the worst among Adam and I. I mean... obviously, Adam and I weren't really at our best either but at least we were almost there given the unproductivity during practices... but Muhammad was just... GONE. Not even close! I realize that I'm putting my blame on him... but really... he needed to get his act together. I don't know HOW many times I've told him to GET into his character... to really KNOW his character. He kept telling me that he KNEW but REALLY??? I didn't see that.
LOW C
My heart was crushed and scattered on the ground.
LOW C
Okay... I'm going to stop blaming... and just move on. Adam was actually quite displeased about the whole thing as well. I mean... we're hardworking pupils... we come to class all the time and we're dedicated!!!
WE WANT A's!!! NOT A GODDAMN C!!!!!
Something had to be done... SOMETHING. AND SOON... because we were running out of time. We were just pissed. Too goddamn pissed.
Something had to be done... SOMETHING. AND SOON... because we were running out of time. We were just pissed. Too goddamn pissed.
8 efforts
So.... I know I haven't been updating my journal for a VERY long time. Sorry... but I've been sidetracked by a lot of... stuff... to do with a special "someone", my other subjects and events. So... I've been a very busy girl but I'm here to make it up. This means I have to go back and try to remember what the hell we've done in class. It's not going to be easy because it's been so long ago... but I will try nonetheless. Just don't kill me if I've missed something out.
So... I'll start with the day we did our "8 Efforts" thing. The 8 efforts are actually Press, Thrust, Wring, Slash, Float, Glide, Flick and Dab. Different efforts calls for different characteristics. For example, the Press effort is heavy, direct and slow. At first we were asked to walk like that. Heavy, direct and slow. I did as I was told. After a while, I think I looked like I was stomping the ground but you know... who cares right? Then... slowly... we took on a character. I thought of something that I forgot. Seriously... I have no idea what character I became but I made sure it fit the characteristics of the Press effort. It was pretty cute and funny cuz we had to sit like the character, answer a phone like the character and just downright imitate the character. Then... we had to karaoke like the character. Obviously, I have no idea what I sang but... I know it's got some reference to the character. Sooo... yeah.
Same thing went for Thrust, Wring, Slash, Float, Glide, Flick and Dab character. We immersed ourselves into the characteristics and became characters that were close to them. If I'm not mistaken... for the Flick character, I played a little, 6 year old girl, dancing and prancing around aimlessly. For my song, I think I chose "Barbie Girl" by Aqua. XDDD I don't know why. It just came to me.
So... I know I've not written much cuz well... we basically did the same things. We took the different efforts like suits and wore them. Even gave them names and acted like them... and became them. I think I can honestly say that I've learnt a lot from this exercise. So, now whenever I have a problem trying to get into character, I just have to think. Is my character a dab? Or a press? Or a thrust? You know? Things like that. And that... I can't just jump into the character, I need to warm into it. Walk like it, sit like it, speak like it and then... like flowing water, I'll get into character.
I can safely say that... NOW... I know what to do and how to do it. : )) Thank you, sir.
My god... this is probably my shortest post yet. Hmmmmm....
So... I'll start with the day we did our "8 Efforts" thing. The 8 efforts are actually Press, Thrust, Wring, Slash, Float, Glide, Flick and Dab. Different efforts calls for different characteristics. For example, the Press effort is heavy, direct and slow. At first we were asked to walk like that. Heavy, direct and slow. I did as I was told. After a while, I think I looked like I was stomping the ground but you know... who cares right? Then... slowly... we took on a character. I thought of something that I forgot. Seriously... I have no idea what character I became but I made sure it fit the characteristics of the Press effort. It was pretty cute and funny cuz we had to sit like the character, answer a phone like the character and just downright imitate the character. Then... we had to karaoke like the character. Obviously, I have no idea what I sang but... I know it's got some reference to the character. Sooo... yeah.
Same thing went for Thrust, Wring, Slash, Float, Glide, Flick and Dab character. We immersed ourselves into the characteristics and became characters that were close to them. If I'm not mistaken... for the Flick character, I played a little, 6 year old girl, dancing and prancing around aimlessly. For my song, I think I chose "Barbie Girl" by Aqua. XDDD I don't know why. It just came to me.
So... I know I've not written much cuz well... we basically did the same things. We took the different efforts like suits and wore them. Even gave them names and acted like them... and became them. I think I can honestly say that I've learnt a lot from this exercise. So, now whenever I have a problem trying to get into character, I just have to think. Is my character a dab? Or a press? Or a thrust? You know? Things like that. And that... I can't just jump into the character, I need to warm into it. Walk like it, sit like it, speak like it and then... like flowing water, I'll get into character.
I can safely say that... NOW... I know what to do and how to do it. : )) Thank you, sir.
My god... this is probably my shortest post yet. Hmmmmm....
I am Sherry Kramer
Monday Monday Monday....
I am Leanne... on a Monday morning. On a rainy Monday morning. I'm tired from last night's bullshit and I can't wait to get started on theater just because it helps to wake me up. When Mr. Rey finally comes in, I realize that many people are missing. Must be the rain. Or an accident on the road. Mr. Rey talks about characters and how to breathe life into a character. My character... who is she?
Mr. Rey says that I have to think of everything that I can come up with from her. Her history, her past, her present. Who she is... what she's like... what's her pupose. All these things that I have to think of. It's not hard. I'm creative. All those years of story writing wasn't for no reason. The minute Mr. Rey said to think of the things that make my character who she is... my mind starts to work like well oiled clockwork. A VERY well oiled one. So well oiled that grease drips from the gears.
My character is SHERRY KRAMER.
She is the beautiful Sherry Kramer. The sexy. The booty-licious. The hot, scorching, female specimen that all men want to fuck. She wears Ann Taylor blouses and Victoria Secret underwear. She has French tip nails that she manicures regularly. She goes to the gym religiously and has a bust line of 36, a waist line of 24 and a hip line of 36. She makes Jessica Alba and Jennifer Lopez look like total amateurs.
She is quick, smart, witty and has a sharp tongue. She's from Harvard and worked her way there. She thinks that manicured nails not only look pretty but symbolizes how much she takes care of herself. She has a habit of checking her nails a lot though. She loves reading and lazing about her apartment on Sunday mornings in nothing but her yoga pants and an over sized t-shirt. She hates coffee but loves a good Starbucks Chocolate Cream Chip. She loves cats because she thinks they're sleek, fast and smart. That is what she aspires to be. She doesn't own a cat, though, because her landlord doesn't allow it. Her bedroom always smells good and it is always neat. She takes pride in her need for being orderly and structured. She's a very strong, confident, direct but light character.
She comes from a well-to-do family background and her parents were present all through her life. High school was a bitch for her. She didn't always have the body that she had now. She used to be a plank and the boys used to tease her mercilessly. Then, puberty kicked in at the age of 15 and it all changed. She had pretty crazy parties and she fucked like a bunny on spring season. She was Sherry Kramer, the girl every boy wanted to fuck and she loved it. It was nice finally being wanted when all her life, she was a disposable stick. Little did she know that the whole school was calling her a slut. They called her everything they could. A slut. A whore. A floozy. The things she swore she would never become but there she was... the voluptuous girl in high school with a dozen foul nicknames that she didn't want. When she realized what a mistake it had been for her to sleep around. How silly and gullible she'd been. She took off her thongs, put on a pair of cotton underwear and faced her books to create a new image. It didn't help. Nothing helped. All throughout high school, she was known as the whore. Every time she got a prestigious position in school through nothing but hard work and sweat, people just assumed she got it because she slept her way there.
College was no different. The people that were in high school went to the same college and the rumor about her being a whore for all the boys to fuck went on again. Her confidence dropped and she hit rock bottom. She was a reject to the girls and prey to the boys. She had no girl friends. The guys were only interested in boinking her so she was left alone for most of the time doing her studies. Focusing on law law law. That's all she ever knew... law. Her rights. People's rights. Every one has rights. The rights to speak out and the rights to remain silent. Law law law. After a while, the rumor dropped but she hadn't changed. She had been called a whore almost her whole schooling life and she dared not make friends. Sure, she had tonnes of admirers but there was no way in hell she could afford to make a second mistake. So, she kept to herself and studied hard for she had a new goal. A big one. She would make it all the way to HARVARD, be rid of all the bad people around her and start a new life in Massachusetts where she would do law. There would be justice in law. There would be fairness in law and that's where she wanted to be. Law law law.
She worked so hard that her parents were worried for her. She wouldn't eat, she wouldn't sleep. All she cared about was law and her exams to enter Harvard. Her ticket to freedom from hell. Harvard was where she'd shine. Harvard was where she'd get away from the people who she hated and hated her. Harvard was where she'd be confident, sexy and beautiful. The capable SHERRY KRAMER! And she did. She DID make it into Harvard. She took a train up to Massachusetts as soon as possible. She kissed her mom and dad goodbye... they had been good to her but they had no idea what kind of pain she felt. She was sad to leave them... but she had to... there was nothing left for her in her home town. Life, dreams, hopes and LAW was in Massachusetts and that was where she'd be.
YES... I figured ALL that out while Mr. Rey was talking. I just kept stringing things about her together until I had this masterpiece in front of me. I thought about her habits, her personality and her past! I guess the reason why I chose to give my character problems in high school was because I had problems in high school. Not the same kind of problem but similar in certain aspects. So, I guess, unconsciously, I molded Sherry Kramer to be like that so that it would be closer to my heart. Before I knew it... I was so attached to Sherry Kramer that I couldn't stop thinking about her and what made her the confident tiger that she was.
After running about and jumping up and down for warm up, we dropped to ground and laid there. We were asked to "empty" ourselves, and no, it doesn't include peeing on the floor. Slowly and slowly, I released my legs, my arms, my neck and head until my body felt like it was just a shell waiting to be filled. Honestly... after "emptying" myself... I slept. I felt so calm... so serene and so *snores*....
I really didn't mean to fall asleep but... the air conditioning... the quietness and my fatigue made me fall asleep but my senses were awake... like hearing and all. I heard Mr. Rey say "get up" and my eyes shot open. That's when I realized that I actually fell asleep. Anyway... we were told to get up slowly. I know I took my time. I took my own time getting up and opening my eyes. It's different from when you're opening your eyes as you and opening your eyes as the "emptied" you. I felt... neutral... almost neutral. No feelings.... no fatigue... no worries. Nothing. Empty. So... the sleeping was like my reset button. Click to Reset. heheheheh.
Then, when we were up. We were made to walk neutrally first. Then, to walk like our characters. Ms. Sherry Kramer fears no man. She is herself and she worked her way up to the top. Her walk is straight, strong, direct but light. Her walk spells confidence without her even trying. Then, we sit. How does Ms. Sherry Kramer sit? She sits with her legs crossed and her hands entwined on her lap. Confident, strong and classy. How she eats? She eats like she's in a 5 star restaurant but obviously it would be different if she was in a bar. Hahahahah. When Sherry Kramer looks for things. She furrows her eye brows, looks through everything slowly and cautiously because she is meticulous and will not like to miss anything out. When she's answering an important call, her voice is firm and decisive. She does not fuck around neither does she beat around the bush. Her habits, like the one I mentioned earlier... she likes checking her nails because she manicures them regularly. Also... her fingers are long and slender just like mine. Basically, she's confident and sexy succulent.
I don't know how everyone that day felt... all I know is... I felt Sherry Kramer. I was Sherry Kramer. : ))
She comes from a well-to-do family background and her parents were present all through her life. High school was a bitch for her. She didn't always have the body that she had now. She used to be a plank and the boys used to tease her mercilessly. Then, puberty kicked in at the age of 15 and it all changed. She had pretty crazy parties and she fucked like a bunny on spring season. She was Sherry Kramer, the girl every boy wanted to fuck and she loved it. It was nice finally being wanted when all her life, she was a disposable stick. Little did she know that the whole school was calling her a slut. They called her everything they could. A slut. A whore. A floozy. The things she swore she would never become but there she was... the voluptuous girl in high school with a dozen foul nicknames that she didn't want. When she realized what a mistake it had been for her to sleep around. How silly and gullible she'd been. She took off her thongs, put on a pair of cotton underwear and faced her books to create a new image. It didn't help. Nothing helped. All throughout high school, she was known as the whore. Every time she got a prestigious position in school through nothing but hard work and sweat, people just assumed she got it because she slept her way there.
College was no different. The people that were in high school went to the same college and the rumor about her being a whore for all the boys to fuck went on again. Her confidence dropped and she hit rock bottom. She was a reject to the girls and prey to the boys. She had no girl friends. The guys were only interested in boinking her so she was left alone for most of the time doing her studies. Focusing on law law law. That's all she ever knew... law. Her rights. People's rights. Every one has rights. The rights to speak out and the rights to remain silent. Law law law. After a while, the rumor dropped but she hadn't changed. She had been called a whore almost her whole schooling life and she dared not make friends. Sure, she had tonnes of admirers but there was no way in hell she could afford to make a second mistake. So, she kept to herself and studied hard for she had a new goal. A big one. She would make it all the way to HARVARD, be rid of all the bad people around her and start a new life in Massachusetts where she would do law. There would be justice in law. There would be fairness in law and that's where she wanted to be. Law law law.
She worked so hard that her parents were worried for her. She wouldn't eat, she wouldn't sleep. All she cared about was law and her exams to enter Harvard. Her ticket to freedom from hell. Harvard was where she'd shine. Harvard was where she'd get away from the people who she hated and hated her. Harvard was where she'd be confident, sexy and beautiful. The capable SHERRY KRAMER! And she did. She DID make it into Harvard. She took a train up to Massachusetts as soon as possible. She kissed her mom and dad goodbye... they had been good to her but they had no idea what kind of pain she felt. She was sad to leave them... but she had to... there was nothing left for her in her home town. Life, dreams, hopes and LAW was in Massachusetts and that was where she'd be.
YES... I figured ALL that out while Mr. Rey was talking. I just kept stringing things about her together until I had this masterpiece in front of me. I thought about her habits, her personality and her past! I guess the reason why I chose to give my character problems in high school was because I had problems in high school. Not the same kind of problem but similar in certain aspects. So, I guess, unconsciously, I molded Sherry Kramer to be like that so that it would be closer to my heart. Before I knew it... I was so attached to Sherry Kramer that I couldn't stop thinking about her and what made her the confident tiger that she was.
After running about and jumping up and down for warm up, we dropped to ground and laid there. We were asked to "empty" ourselves, and no, it doesn't include peeing on the floor. Slowly and slowly, I released my legs, my arms, my neck and head until my body felt like it was just a shell waiting to be filled. Honestly... after "emptying" myself... I slept. I felt so calm... so serene and so *snores*....
I really didn't mean to fall asleep but... the air conditioning... the quietness and my fatigue made me fall asleep but my senses were awake... like hearing and all. I heard Mr. Rey say "get up" and my eyes shot open. That's when I realized that I actually fell asleep. Anyway... we were told to get up slowly. I know I took my time. I took my own time getting up and opening my eyes. It's different from when you're opening your eyes as you and opening your eyes as the "emptied" you. I felt... neutral... almost neutral. No feelings.... no fatigue... no worries. Nothing. Empty. So... the sleeping was like my reset button. Click to Reset. heheheheh.
Then, when we were up. We were made to walk neutrally first. Then, to walk like our characters. Ms. Sherry Kramer fears no man. She is herself and she worked her way up to the top. Her walk is straight, strong, direct but light. Her walk spells confidence without her even trying. Then, we sit. How does Ms. Sherry Kramer sit? She sits with her legs crossed and her hands entwined on her lap. Confident, strong and classy. How she eats? She eats like she's in a 5 star restaurant but obviously it would be different if she was in a bar. Hahahahah. When Sherry Kramer looks for things. She furrows her eye brows, looks through everything slowly and cautiously because she is meticulous and will not like to miss anything out. When she's answering an important call, her voice is firm and decisive. She does not fuck around neither does she beat around the bush. Her habits, like the one I mentioned earlier... she likes checking her nails because she manicures them regularly. Also... her fingers are long and slender just like mine. Basically, she's confident and sexy succulent.
I don't know how everyone that day felt... all I know is... I felt Sherry Kramer. I was Sherry Kramer. : ))
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