First night in my dorm!

Correct me if I am terribly mistaken.

I have found that at the age of 18 that I believe in rock and roll. I believe in power chords, and living fast. I believe that some people aren't meant to leave old bones. I believe in music that moves a generation. I believe that everything can be said through music.

I believe that love conquers all. I believe that love will last, and stand the test of time. I believe in boys and girls falling in love. I believe in growing old, and being mom. I believe in fantasies, and adventures in time and space. I believe wonderful and unbelievable things that can happy to anyone.

I am naive, but I believe in grand concepts. I think everything will work out, because that's how it's supposed to be.

"I love getting to the really awesome part of a piece of music and just feeling it to the bone"

I got accepted to Emerson which is exciting. Still waiting to hear back from Ithaca. Wish they'd hurry.

My brother Ryan and his girlfriend are getting married! I'm so excited.

Two years ago tonight the final curtain fell on Romeo and Juliet, with the entire cast singing their hearts out to Bohemian Rhapsody and completely rocking out. I miss it a lot.

Any way the wind blows...

It's still October. Can you believe it? It's almost Halloween. Luis and I are being Carrie the Musical rejects. It'll be fun, I'm sure.

We're dissecting cats in A&P. I can't stand it. It's really horrible.

I'm avoiding reading Hamlet. I feel like giving up on work. It was a short week too, and I still can't wait for it to be over.

The world and I are not on the best of terms.

I'm honestly getting kind of depressed. I haven't done anything in forever, and I've simply spent the majority of my time reading. Which isn't terrible, just not very thrilling. I haven't seen anyone in a very long time. Everyone's gone and I'm just here. And my plans fell through with Emily so now I'm not even going up to Massachusetts which I was really looking forward to. She's not coming down here either. So basically I now get to look forward to the rest of my summer spent in my room with a pile of books. I'm so depressed.

Wishbone was wrong. There's plenty better than getting to the end of a good book.

The phone call I just got completely made my day.

In my seventeen years, twelve of them being in school (including kindergarten), I have discovered and learned the sheer importance of having wonderful friends, like I indeed have. I therefore find it not only necessary, but desirable to have my end of the year entry told through the eyes and words of my friends. Events in their lives, important things to them, their memories and experiences, all shaped my year as well. It is only fitting.(If Brittany ever gives me her paragraph, I'll add it.)

“As I walked into CPAC for the first time as a junior, I took in that familiar smell and was immediately excited. Although I was only in the theatre for a class meeting, the smell and feel of it all brought back memories of past shows and the people I had come to refer as my family: Troupe 922. This year I was no longer a simple techie, but the stage manager. I looked forward to being reunited withy my friends and fellow thespians and getting to work on our latest production. As the year progressed, I became more of an actual junior and less of a sophomore. I also began to build greater friendships with the people in the drama club. These people, annoying and weird as they may be at times, helped to bring me out of my shell and become a better, more social person. I truly believe that without this amazingly quirky group of people, I would not be the person I am today. I also wouldn’t have so many incredible memories of crazy experiences that only they would understand. I am and forever will be proud to be a part of this group, this family.”

“I remember walking into a room I now call the black box. It was filled with people, not just any people, but outgoing, fun, and yes intimidating people. I was so scared of the unexpected, of making bad impressions, of being lost in such a crowd. And up comes walking Mark Graebner and shakes my hand and tells me that I am a welcome addition to the drama family. I could not grasp the concept of a “drama Family” but this year I have truly learned that it does exist, and the fact that you share onstage and off-stage fears together bonds us like no other factor can. And now whenever things are shaky, I remember that handshake, and see that it’s the little things that bond us together.”

“One of my best memories from this year would have to be rehearsals for Little Shop of Horrors. It was the first time I’d really been in anything for almost a year and the thought of being on stage again was thrilling. The rehearsals made me remember why i loved being in theatre, especially musical theatre and I found that I was actually really looking forward to rehearsing every day. My experience with Little Shop re-opened by eyes to and strengthened my love of theatre and because of that I’ll always be grateful to it and to our great cast(s).”

“So since I have no idea exactly what I’m writing, I may ramble on a bit… I have warned you. Anyway, I told Kelley I was going to write about something in the span of Districts/One-Acts, since you all know that was a major year highlight. Anyway, I am not going to write the expected… because Kelley asked me to write this, and there were more special moments than what happened DURING the mega festival.
In particular, the directly before and directly after (duh, where else would I go with this?).
Directly before – The elaborate process of doing both my hair, and Jenny’s, the night before our “opening” or whatever you call it. Okay, so it was loads of fun. Three girls sitting alone in a room, finally relaxing from a CRAZY amount of stress? Yeah, nice. And… 97 bobby-pins for just my head, I believe was the count. And, directly after – The ride home from One-Acts. The end of a great day with the promise of an equally great one right behind it. What could be better? Well, lying on a buss seat in the dark listening to rousing anthems of show tunes and recounting every blessed moment, my opinion then was – nothing at all, and it still holds true. So, I guess… I miss it. Thank you.”

“March 3, 1887. The day Annie Sullivan arrived at the home of Helen Keller to begin a journey of trials and tribulations. March 3, 2007. The day Troupe 922 brought to life the majesty and greatness of their story through the play “The Miracle Worker”. A play packaged together with so much emotion that it interwove frustration, sorrow, exhilaration, and love all into one is one deserving of the highest praise that can be mustered. To say that I was scared that we wouldn’t be able to pull off such a demanding piece would be an understatement. I was convinced that I had met my end as an actress. I was convinced that there was no way a high school troupe (and in particular, myself) could dedicate ourselves to the extent needed to bring the audience into the play rather than just being passing bystanders. Yet, that night, something surreal and totally unexpected happened. The play stopped being just a play and became real. There was no such thing as acting; we were the characters. The little nuances of each character were integrated by the actors effortlessly and the play flowed like a river at ease. The feelings incorporated are unexplainable yet unforgettable. No matter who you were – techie, cast member, or audience member- you walked out of the black box moved as you had never been before and somehow, someway, you were connected with the characters. To this day, people talk about how great of a play it was and such impact could only be made possible by the absolutely amazing performance by everyone involved. Everyone was a star, through that brightness, an amazing homage was paid. It was a memory that will last a lifetime. “I-L-O-V-E-H-E-L-E-N… FOREVER AND EVER”“

“The time, emotional and chronological, was around the miracle worker, but not the play itself. I don't want to write about everything involved in the directly before this time of the year, because it wasn't a very pleasant time. The exact moment though, when despite the all the problems I knew it would be ok, was one of the best feelings I have felt, when you came up to me backstage. A feeling of security and.. just.. right. Not perfect, still not quite perfect, but close enough.”

“I’m not one for long, drawn out, and overly emotional texts. However, given who I’m writing this for, I may end up writing more than I expect to and hence getting more emotional than I hope to.
States was a blast. It was probably the most fun I have ever had (setting aside the disorganization), and I wish I could spend a lot more time with Florida Thespians. But it did so much more for me than simply show me Florida has a TON of high school actors, singers and dancers: States brought me way closer to the friends I already had. Being there, being able to talk to others and bring in outside perspectives somehow impacted me deeply that it brought me a lot closer to everyone. And I mean everyone—every single person who went I know much better because of states.
Maybe it’s just me, or maybe it isn’t; regardless, I wouldn’t trade the memories I made at states for anything at all. From starving outside Morsani Hall, sitting in the grass being hassled by Kelley and Brittany, and being bad at dance workshops; to flying tree buddies, inside jokes, toast, IHOP, and chai “tea,” the International Thespian Society is the greatest thing to ever happen to me.
It’s all so bizarre. My earliest memory, really, with troupe 922 and hence with Thespians, was auditioning for Romeo and Juliet with Kelley. I didn’t know her at all, nor did she know me, but when Ms. Wade called me and her up to read our sides and we greeted each other very platonically, I could feel it in my heart that I was going to love every minute of this drama club.
So, I guess I must thank Kelley for bringing me into the ITS. I must thank her for every memory I’ve got with Troupe 922, with Thespians, and with this wild ride known as high school theatre. Most importantly, I must than her for States, the most mind-blowing, life-changing event I have EVER attended.”

“This year was really a rollercoaster for me. I did things that I've never done before, and felt things I never felt before. I trusted a boy more than I ever have, and then learned to be more cautious before I do that again. I drifted away from friends that have brought me down in the past, and also found out who was never really my friend at all. I was at my highest points this year, and also my lowest. I had my very first job this year (for about a month), and I also began skipping classes this year and not really caring anymore. I got over the hype and drama of being a teenager this year. I also became more aware of God and my relationship with him. I realized that I needed to pick up the slack a little and get more in touch with him. This year was a year of lessons.”

“Tradition played a big part in life this year. I mean, everyday felt like it was the anniversary of something. One year since this, this is the second time we've done that, etc. And I think in a way that's very significant, because it marks how important our past is to us. And this year has involved a lot of repeated mistakes and just goes to show how history repeats itself. Traditions completely envelop our lives - our birthday, Christmas, Easter - those are traditions that the year is run on. And for us, specifically, drama traditions - sugar shots - and all the little things that make us unique, those are traditions too. With traditions goes history - our history is what shapes us, and when we remember that, in the form of traditions, it provides a lot of insight for us. And this year, a lot of our traditions were shattered. Not only in drama, but in life too. A lot of things we thought were constant, whether relationships or school things or whatever, were not. Life, and tradition, proved us wrong. And that's something important to learn from, which I guess is why this year is so significant for all of us. I mean, we grew up this year. We've come to terms with ourselves, grown as people and friends, and finally begun to realize just what our goals are. So I guess I'd sum it up by saying that tradition has helped us all learn from our past and remember the good times, but we also have to remember that sometimes we have to let go of our old habits to grow. I don't know if that made sense, but when I look back on Junior year, I think of traditions.”


I love my friends. Thank you for a wonderful year. It had its ups, and it certainly had its downs, yet it was still wonderful.

I am going to graduation, since Mark had an extra ticket. I'm so glad. I don't think I could imagine sitting home tomorrow night.

It's over. =]

"Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother."-Kahlil Gibran

He's a jerk, but i totally deserved that.
Amazing friend, that's what.

I love this picture.




It's my attempt at being artistic.

My dear Lord.

Oh my goodness.

Guess what?


Kelley Terese Holley is MOVING.












To Deep Creek!