Friday, April 27, 2007

My Vignette's

I looked around at all of the people; there were tons of them. So many, probably hundreds. All of those parents. My heart was beating faster and faster. I was getting more and more nervous with each passing second
”I’m going to forget my lines. I know I am! Oh gosh! What do I do?” I thought to myself.
And then Daniel finished his line and I knew it was my turn.
I pulled the microphone closer to my mouth, but nothing came out. I had no idea what my line was! I looked at Daniel and tried to give him a look to tell him that he needed to make up something, quick, because I had no idea what to say, but neither did he. I was so confused, all I wanted was for it to be over, I pleaded that it was him who forgot his line and not me. I heard somebody yell for me to say my line from back stage, but I couldn’t, I didn’t know what to say or I would’ve said it. Daniel and I both stood there looking helplessly at each other for what seemed like minutes. Finally Daniel made something up, and I sure was thankful. We quickly finished the scene and I ran off stage. The embarrassment had finally ended, but the scene sure hadn’t gone as well as I’d hoped!




I arrived at school, early, and was the first one in Mandala to line up for the bus. Finally, more people started to come. I didn’t know anybody else, so I just waited in silence. I waited for a while, just standing there, and then the girl behind me asked me what grade I was in. I told her 7th, and she told me 8th, and we started talking. And waiting. And talking about waiting. Hours later, after most of the other buses were gone, our bus finally showed up. I sat next to the girl who i had talked with earlier and we talked on the bus about ourselves, and how late we were going to be to class. After a long drive on the bus, we finally arrived at school. A big crowd of people tried to squeeze into the school, and we gathered in a crowd as the teachers told us what to do and where to go. I looked around and all the unfamiliar surroundings, and all of the unfamiliar faces. People started going to their classes and I tried to find my first period humanities class to no avail. I frantically searched but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I finally went to the office and they told me where to go. The class was hidden in the back of the school. I arrived to class about 10 minutes late and walked quietly in. I found a table with an available seat, and sat down. This was the beginning of the future.

Looking Back in 20 years

Well, after 8th grade I continued on to attend 9th grade at High Tech High. 9th grade was a great year! I learned a lot, made many new friends, and had great teachers. And then…in 10th grade, everything changed. The year was going great, at first, and then we had “The Invention Project” where we had to create some kind of electronic device. Our group made a kind of personal airplane thing. It had little wings that were connected to a motor that you put on your back like a backpack. I really thought that our airplane device would work, so one day at lunch, I climbed to the top of the school (without permission, bad idea!!!!) And, I jumped off with the airplane, to see if it worked. (I really thought it would!) Well, apparently I was wrong because I landed on a student and broke their neck. The next day I was expelled. I was so ashamed of myself that I hid in my closet for 3 years. After awhile my parents got tired of me and kicked me out of the house. I was forced to live on the street. I became homeless. Homeless life was horrible. I wanted to go back home but I was too embarrassed. I wanted to get a job but nobody would accept me.
After 4 years of being homeless, my parents were downtown and they noticed me on the street. I was so humiliated when I saw them that I ran the opposite direction and kept running until I got to Mexico, and I tried to sneak across the border but I got caught…

OR NOT!
This is my real (well, possibly real, I am still not completely sure) future. Happy reading!

Hello everybody. My name is Cherish, I am 33 years old and I like in Los Angeles, California. Today I will be telling you about the last 20 years of my life.
Let me start with the ending of 8th grade. Well, 8th grade went well. I had good teachers, classmates, and some cool projects that year. It went by very fast, and before I knew it I was in High School. I attended High Tech High for four years. It was a great experience and I made many new friends, learned a lot more, and had fun. In 10th grade I worked at Starbucks, in 11th grade I worked at Sea World and in 12th grade interned as a media assistant for National Geographic. 12th grade was a very busy year. To look good on my college application (and just to help out the community) I volunteered at a hospital, a humane society, and a church. Also, to look good on my college applications I played volleyball, as well as studied constantly to get straight A’s.
In my senior year of high School I applied to the University of California, San Diego; The University of California, Los Angeles; The University of Southern California, Yale, and Harvard University. I was accepted to USC, UCSD, and UCLA.
Throughout High School I contemplated what I wanted to spend that rest of my life doing. It was not an easy decision for me, but I finally decided that I wanted to get into the field of Cinematic Arts, and either Direct movies or TV shows or write screenplays for movies or shows. I could express my ideas and feelings through film, as well as work with people, and write. So after much thought and consideration, I decided to attend the University of Southern California, where I minored in literature and majored in film.
The first year of college was very difficult. I attempted to get A’s in all of my classes, and in order to do this I had to spend almost all of my free time studying and doing homework. It was very different from my experience in High Tech High. While High Tech High was a great school, it didn’t completely prepare me for a lot of the work I was doing in college, but I was able to pass with mostly A’s and B’s.
I missed my family a lot, but between all of the schoolwork and my job as a waitress at a nearby restaurant, I was kept busy and didn’t have too much time to think about everything I had left behind. Also, I called my family every day as well as visited San Diego frequently.
The 2nd, 3rd, and 4th years of college were much the same as the first. A lot of hard work, but eventually I got used to this new way of life and got my work done faster which allowed me more free time.
The 2nd year I continued my job as a waitress but during my 3rd year of college I quit that job to take a job instead as a columnist. I liked being a columnist found my new job to be more like fun than work. I enjoyed it a lot.
Also, during my 3rd year of college I moved into an apartment close to school, where I met my boyfriend, Ben. He was also majoring in film but he wanted to be a producer. I knew him from my classes but not well. After moving into the same apartment complex as him we got to know each other better and found out we had a lot in common.
For the rest of my college career I interned for Fox.
I graduated college with a bachelor’s degree in 2015. I went on to graduate school at USC’s Cinematic Arts program to get my Masters degree. I was in graduate school for 3 years, and graduated with a Magna Cum Laude.
The following year my husband and I got married and moved to a small house in Beverly Hills.
Soon after graduating from college I started directing commercials and not long after that I directed my first movie, “The Telephone Pole”, as well as finished a screenplay I had started 2 years earlier, “Darkness Prevails.”
During this time my husband was also directing a movie.
A year later we moved into a bigger house, and the following year I had a daughter. When she was 2 years old my husband, sadly, passed away due to a boating accident.
Today I write and direct movies, as well as write novels, and take care of my daughter. Currently, I am part of the writing crew for the TV show "Lovely Memories", which will play on Fox in about a year. After all the writing for the show is done (in about half a year) I will continue to direct movies.
As I look back in my past, I realize how much my life has changed, but how little I have really changed as a person. I am still very much the same 13-year-old I was 20 years ago.