Thank You Theater

An Open Letter to Being a Theater Kid

I would like to say thank you.


Dear Theater,

I know we haven't spoken in a while but I just want to acknowledge all you did for me and now that I am almost finished with
freshman year of college, I thought I should say thank you. I would like to say thank you. Thank you for giving me a
place where it is okay to wear black three nights in a row and the only acceptable place to scream Harry Potter
Puppet Pals ticking time bomb rap while twerking viciously. Thank you for allowing me to explore my sexuality and
"find myself". Thank you for giving me an excuse to stay out until 9 maybe 10 for the cue to cues, leaving me up until 1 am doing homework. Thank you for giving me honest friends, people who will listen to me rant about stupid shit and cheer me on,
people who have the ability to look at me from across the room and automatically know I'm dying on the inside, people
who will make fun of me out of love and not hate. Thank you for giving me a reason to see boys and girls half naked and coveredin tape. Thank you for my Telex. Thank you for dinner breaks that bridge the gap between actors and crew. Thank
you for providing an ear whenever I needed. Thank you for giving me a show about a talking, singing, human-eating plant.
The story of bringing someone back the dead, Beauty meeting and saving the Beast, unfortunately, a trippy show about a
little girl taking drugs from strangers, Peter and his star catching, Frankenstein, business and success, and Wednesday
and her messed up family.

Thank you for giving me weird friends. Thank you for giving me a home away from home. Thank you for comforting me.
Thank you for distracting me and getting me out of my house the day my depression was so bad I relapsed and thank you for giving me friends who knew I was not okay but instead of asking rhetorical questions they sat in a circle around me and
brought bubbling laughs out of me. Thank you for allowing me to see the good in High School because in all honesty, it was harder than it looked.

Thank you for letting me be myself and surrounding me with people who don't give a damn about how much I eat, or the
way I dance, or the music I listen to, or the fact that I hate sports and refuse to play, or that I don't work out. Thank you
for giving me iconic games or would you rather in the boys dressing room. Thank you for pre-show rituals. Thank you for last show screams. Thank you for first show jitters. Lastly, thank you for being you and bringing people from different groups
together to create a community. Going to college and having to figure out how to live a life that doesn't consist of tech week
and script readings, made me realize that I am a theater kid and there is no place like the balcony with the rest of
the sound crew, messing around while the show below us goes from words on a page to actions on a stage. There's just something about being apart of something so beautiful, so inclusive, so irreplaceable. So to all of my current high school
seniors in their second semester. Hold onto theater, remember it. It doesn't have to be left in High School. Those memories
you have might just be the reason why you laugh on a day where crying and sleeping were the only things you could do.
With that being said: Thank you theater, I miss you, and I love you.


an awkward outsider finding where she belongs.

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8 Types Of People Fetuses Grow Into That 'Pro-Lifers' Don't Give 2.5 Shits About

It is easy to fight for the life of someone who isn't born, and then forget that you wanted them to be alive when you decide to hate their existence.


For those in support of the #AbortionBans happening all over the United States, please remember that the unborn will not always be a fetus — he or she may grow up to be just another person whose existence you don't support.

The fetus may grow up to be transgender — they may wear clothes you deem "not for them" and identify in a way you don't agree with, and their life will mean nothing to you when you call them a mentally unstable perv for trying to use the bathroom.

The fetus may grow up to be gay — they may find happiness and love in the arms of someone of the same gender, and their life will mean nothing to you when you call them "vile" and shield your children's eyes when they kiss their partner.

The fetus may grow up and go to school — to get shot by someone carrying a gun they should have never been able to acquire, and their life will mean nothing to you when your right to bear arms is on the line.

The fetus may be black — they may wear baggy pants and "look like a thug", and their life will mean nothing to you when you defend the police officer who had no reason to shoot.

The fetus may grow up to be a criminal — he might live on death row for a heinous crime, and his life will mean nothing to you when you fight for the use of lethal injection to end it.

The fetus may end up poor — living off of a minimum wage job and food stamps to survive, and their life will mean nothing to you when they ask for assistance and you call them a "freeloader" and refuse.

The fetus may end up addicted to drugs — an experimentation gone wrong that has led to a lifetime of getting high and their life will mean nothing to you when you see a report that they OD'd and you make a fuss about the availability of Narcan.

The fetus may one day need an abortion — from trauma or simply not being ready, and her life will mean nothing to you as you wave "murderer" and "God hates you" signs as she walks into the office for the procedure.

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Do not tell me that you are pro-life when all of the above people could lose their lives in any way OUTSIDE of abortion and you wouldn't give 2.5 shits.

You fight for the baby to be born, but if he or she is gay or trans, you will berate them for who they are or not support them for who they love.

You fight for the baby to be born, but if he or she is poor or addicted, you will refuse the help they desperately need or consider their death a betterment of society.

You fight for the baby to be born, but when the used-to-be-classroom-of-fetuses is shot, you care more about your access to firearms than their lives.

It is easy to pretend you care about someone before they are even born, and easy to forget their birth was something you fought for when they are anything other than what you consider an ideal person.

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How College Kids Can Make The Most Of Summer

Cheers to sweet summertime! We made it.


I am the kind of person who is all about productivity. I like to have a busy schedule; it keeps me on my toes and keeps me motivated. Now, I do not mean that I enjoy packing my day solely full of schoolwork, chores, and other responsibilities. If there is one thing I've learned in life, it is that the key to a happy life is balance. You have to divide your time wisely, between both work and play. Although I firmly believe that summer is the time to relax, I also believe that you've gotta do summer in style. Find your balance.

Summer is the perfect time to snag a job, part-time or full-time. God knows that working during the school year is challenging, so saving money from your summer job to have during school is a great idea. Summer is also a wonderful time to conduct research, volunteer, or to take one or two classes in order to lighten your load for the following school year. Your future self will certainly thank you!

Just because summer's already arrived doesn't mean it's too late to work on that summer bod! That's right, you no longer have the excuse "I don't have time to go to the gym", or "It's too cold to exercise outside". At-home workouts can be just as effective as gym workouts, and the internet is chock-full of exercises that just about anyone can do in their living room, or their backyard. You'll be lookin' sharp come pool time.

Summer is the ideal time to travel, whether it's an hour away from your hometown, or a country away from your hometown. Go out and see the world! (That is, if you're financially able…) Side note: road trips with friends are a blast, and way cheaper than jet-setting somewhere!

There's no better time than summer to tackle those big jobs you just don't have time for during the school year. Yep, I am talking about going through the boxes and boxes of clothes you only wear half of, and deep cleaning the car that you've piled your life into the past eight months. It sucks, but hey, it's gotta be done!

Get outside and soak up that vitamin D! I am all for binge-watching your favorite Netflix show, but do it sparingly. Unplug. Make time to go outside, no matter what time of day it is. Watch the sunrise, take your dog for a walk, host a bonfire, anything! What better time of year to enjoy the great outdoors?

All in all, enjoy yourself this summer. Make time for the people you love, but also make time for yourself. Give your mind and body some much needed TLC, and you'll be ready to grind again come September. Cheers to sweet summertime!

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