Day 2 -What were you like in high school? What extracurricular activities, if any, did you take part in during high school? Did you consider yourself a writer?
I went to two very different high schools and had two very different high school experiences. For the first years of high school I attended an all girls school with girls that had seemingly known each other since birth. I spent my 8th grade year there trying to find myself and fit in. By the time 9th grade rolled around I was more confident and relaxed and accepting that I was, indeed, a total theatre nerd, very opinionated, and if I liked who I was in the moment people seemed to like me.
I was somehow a member of a million clubs in 9th and 10th grade. Oh I was so earnest and invested in all of them. I didn’t yet know how to champion causes on my own, but I recognized that I liked being a part of a group that got shit done.
For my 11th and 12th grade eras of high school I had a flip side to my preparatory education of the earlier years. I went to a performing arts high school with a serious identity crisis. There were so many administrators involved with the school, so many people with big visions that faded away and so many changes just in the two years that I was there that when I graduated there wasn’t one cohesive name of the school. Instead they loaded up our class’s diploma’s with FOUR names.
We were a performing arts school within a “regular” high school. This meant that things were pretty chaotic and often weird and always unexpected. Luckily my class was, for the most part, just happy to have found other eccentrics. We ended up becoming a fairly tight group.
[but I will still never understand how “Whoomp! There it is!” was declared our class song. Who the eff did that?!!]
Without a doubt I considered myself a writer. I wouldn’t have said it out loud to anyone- especially because I had theatre. That was my thing. (ok, it was more than a thing, but I think it would have felt somehow greedy to say, “I love to act but I would also love to write.”) So I journaled. Almost daily. And I wrote letters. Oh my lands was I a letter writer! I wrote all my letters out loud. It’s how I usually write here. I talk/write. I think this is how I managed to merge my worlds.