The Last Thing I Want To Be Is Forgettable

So I was looking through scrapbook the other day, and found the bulletin of Chase's funeral. I though that this little story was pretty inspiring. Read it through. It gives life a whole new meaning.

The Last Thing I Want To Be Is Forgettable

"I have to admit when I first walked in the X (Experimental Theatre at the University of Minnesota) last Monday, I was a little leery. For some reason, I knew right away we were going to get in a circle and hold hands. Not that I'm opposed to that sort of thing, or anything, I just need a little time to warm up. It's not always easy for me to embrace new things. In fact, that is one of the things that I like about theatre: the perpetual challenge, the ongoing dare, the prodding, the danger, the cliff. In a way I like that it is not easy ... and then, my fears were of course realized, and I was holding hands with people I didn't know and there was this profoundly sensitive man asking us to reveal to the group something that mattered to us. My heart started to pound. What was I going to say? Should I make something up? No, I'm not a very good liar (and I call myself an actor!). Should I say something that kind of matters to me, perhaps I could say something general, like the election and just sort of fudge my answer a bit so that everybody just nods in agreement (like, say something that everybody is supposed to care about) and then my turn would be over, and yes, I won't stand out, but this time that would be a good thing. I could blend in and be forgettable. No. That's not me. The last thing I want to be is forgettable. So, right there I decided. I am going to try this. I'll say what's really on my mind. [expletive] it. These people will know, but there's no freedom unless you're vulnerable first. So, I did it. Then I turned a corner. I realized that sharing something intimate or important to me or something that really matters to me doesn't necessarily have to be anything sexual or a profound weakness of mine or anything like that, it just needs to matter enough that I need to share it."~ Chase Korte

October Baby

I waited outside the hospital room with my father, trying to ignore the sterile smell that surrounded us. I played with my hair nervously. I was jittery with excited energy but completely afraid of what was to come.
A few months ago, My mom had informed me that I was going to be a big sister! The transtion from a family of three to expecting a fourth started slowly. My pretty bed was moved up against the wall and a little white cage was moved in. Girly baby clothes and toys found their way to my room too. As mommy's belly got bigger, more new stuff for the baby arrived. People came to our flat and gave us diapers and baby food, blankets and bottles, even a saucer. But the week before, people had stopped coming.
As we waited for my grandparents to arrive, Daddy and I discussed names for my baby sister. I wanted to name her Eliza Thornberry, after my favorite television character. Daddy just snickered at me.
Finally the nurse told us we could come see my mommy. She lay on the hospital bed, smiling down at at the basin at the foot of the bed.
The baby was small and pink with tiny hands and feet and big hazel eyes.
I grinned at my little sister.
"Her name is Caitlin."

Big Dreams

I feel silly getting excited over such a trivial thing, but I can now say I have been inside a Seven-Eleven! It wasn't as awesomely amazing as I expected, but I think I prefer Seven-Eleven to Holiday.
In other current events, my group of eleven took a tour around Hampton Harbor. It was so amazing. We saw Fort Wool and the naval base. I saw so many battleships, helicopters and submarines, and our super tour guide, Dave told us alot about the history and names of the vessels, as well as the history of Hampton harbor itself.
Yesterday, (monday) I went to the DeWitt Wallace Decorative Arts Museum, which was way more fun than it sounds. We saw british and colonial art and artifacts, along with an exhibit on the public hospital for the mentally ill. After looking at the exhibits, we headed into the auditorium to listen to an interactive speech for Martha Washington. It was fascinating, because the actress portrayed Marhta so realisticly, I felt as if Martha Washington was actually in the room.
Tomorrow, We plan to spend the whole day in colonial Willimsburg. I did make it to Williamsburg Sunday morning. We went to the cabinet maker, the brick maker, the printing shop, and my personal favorite of the day, the book binder. I watched them all make their wears by colonial methods, and I am now the proud owner of a hand-made calf skin bookmark that was made right before my eyes.
I will try to post again about my travels in Virginia, but no promises. See Y'all on Monday!

Buenos Dias, Atlanta, Good Afternoon Virginia

I spent almost the entire day either in a plane or in a car. I got up at four in the morning, and made the drive to Minneapolis airport. I spent two hours on a flight to Atlanta, Georgia; where I spent another hour waiting to board my plane to Norfolk, Virginia. After we found our rental car, my family and I drove to Williamsburg. It would have been fine and dandy, but it took a good forty-five minutes to get checked in to our condo. If I wasn't so excited to be in such a historicly rich area, I would be so upset. See you all in a week!

The sadness sets in

February Fourteenth : the opening preformance of the prairie fire production of Beauty and The Beast, but a bittersweet day that still evokes sadness in me. Four days earlier, I had received the gut wrenching news that would forever change my life. Chase Korte was my favorite person in the world, and he had been killed in by a drunk driver in California. I would never see him again, and I couldn’t even go to his funeral.
I awoke on the morning of the fourteenth , remembering why this day was so important. I had a preformance to give, and my parents had a funeral to go to. They dropped me off at apollo, and I got in my costume without protest. I sat back stage, waiting for my scene. I was the cook. It wasn’t the lead, but at least I had lines. I didn’t want to be there, but I knew it was important, not only to the other actors, but to Chase. He had been an actor too, and a good one.
My make up seemed to be the only thing keeping me from crying. Right before I went on stage, I felt like someone was right there with me. After checking to see that I was alone, I realised what it was. My cousin Chase was there with me, and he is whenever I go on stage.

If you are interested in learning more about Chase Korte, his online memorial adress is Http://chasekorte.com

Roar!!!

I feel kinda nerdy. I got excited over having geography homework. Help!! School has gotten to me!!! In other news, I tryed out for the school play! The castlist might be posted tomorrow, or callbacks will be held tomorrow. I'm really hoping for an important role, but just being on stage is enough for me. You should really vote on my pole!