Taylor Swift

Sometimes I think that Taylor Swift stalks me and my future self.

It's been over a month since I completed my sophomore year of high school.

I thought that T.Swift was just kidding when she wrote this song.

I was very, very wrong

first day of school

You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors
It's the morning of your very first day.
You say "hi" to your friends you ain't seen in a while
Try and stay out of everyone's way.

I know it doesn't look like it,
but Erik winks all the time.

It's your [sophomore] year and 

you're going to be here

for the next [three] years in this town.

Hoping one of those Senior Boys will wink at you and say

"You know I haven't seen you around before."

'cause when you're [sixteen] and somebody tells you they love you

You're going to believe them

And when you're [sixteen] feeling like there's nothing to figure out,

but count to ten, take it in, this is life 

before you know who you're going to be, you're [sixteen].

Olivia died her hair after Charlie

You sit in class next to a red head [asians] named [Olivia/Aryn/Paige]

and soon enough you're best friends.

Aryn and The Loaf

Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool,

we'll be out of here as soon as we can.

And then you're on your very first date and [his dad] has a car

and you're [not] feeling like flying.

Nick: Sadie Hawkin's

 And your mama's waiting up 

Luke: Preference

you're thinking he's the one

Blaine: Sweethearts

you're dancing 'round the room 

Jake: Sweater Swing

when the lie ends. 

Ben: Prom

When the lie ends

Nick's character, Henry V, told
Katharine, Princess of France
he loved her.

'Cause when you're [sixteen] and somebody tells you they love you,

You're going to believe them.

I blacked out the first time
this happened

And when you're [sixteen] and your first [stage]kiss makes your head spin around

Being nice pays off.
I think that's why I got it, at least
People clapped too hard for me to hear.

But in your life, you'll do things greater than [getting the lead]
I didn't know it at  [sixteen].

Ashli's fingers

When all you wanted was to be wanted,

wish you could go back, and tell yourself what you know now.

Disneyland
imagining the ending

Back then I swore I was going to marry him someday,
but I realized some bigger dreams in mind.

I was really mad at someone
so we bought fish

And [I have no name to put here] gave everything she had 

to a boy that could change his mind.

And we both cried.

'Cause when you're [sixteen] and somebody tells you they love you,

You're going to believe them.

And when you're [sixteen] don't forget to look before you fall.

I found time can heal most anything

And you just might find who you're suppose to be,

I didn't know who I was s'possed to be, at [sixteen]

S. Orr

Shaylee Orr

15 going on 16

She's pretty neat.

Obviously.

She can hold a spoon on her nose.

Skill

Shakespeariance: Prologue

2011 Shakespeare has been such a great experience, that I want to tell you all about it. It seems this year that it has been all about telling a story, so I will tell you mine. Starting at the Prologue.

All summer long. I worked my entire summer just to earn enough money to go down to Cedar City with the High School. I worked all summer searching for a monologue that was good enough to be on the team. Even when I did find a monologue-three days before the audition-the pressure of the fact that if I wasn't good enough, it was all for nothing.

The day of the audition came, and the presence of fear was eminate. They called my name, and I could feel my pupils dialating. I muttered the words of Ophelia over and over in such a manner that those close enough to hear might have though that I had actually gone mad. I step up the stairs as Mr. Shelley greets me.

"Hello, Talia," says Mr. Shelley; bold, confident, and free.
"Hi," I reply, an octive higher than my normal voice, wavering.

I stand on the 'x' and slate my piece. The moment I do that, I ask if I may proceed. That's one thing that I messed up on.

"Nope," says Mr. Shelley.
"Oh... okay," I say, biting my tongue.

He looks up and Ophelia over comes me. Skipping a line or two, I finished my monologue and thank him for his time. I walk out of the room, disappointed in myself.

 I could have done better. I could have worked on it more.

I leave with my mother, and go home. The paper comes up the next day.

It was a B day, and I had an awkward air bubble inside me that hurt a lot, so I wasn't really too thrilled. I walk straight to Mr. Shelley's door and look. I see my name on the Ensemble List. Spelled "Talie." It was spelled wrong. I was disappoined, but I knew I couldn't have expected that much.

I go to my locker to drop off and pick up some things and go back to the Drama Door to congradulate my friends. Olivia, Evan, and Mary are by the door with faces containing secrets.

"Hey, hey, Talia. Have you checked the door?" Olivia says with her ninja smile.

I say nothing but go to the door and see the ensemble list again.

"Cool," I say with a hint of a smile.
"Look up," they said.

Slowly looking up the list from the ensemble up, I see names. Andrew. Eric. Jake. Keegan. Isaac. Kylie. Then I see something new: Duo/Trio- Talia Ruth & Nick Varney - Henry V Act V Sc. 2.

My eyes widen. The smile grows on my face, and I turn around and we leap and scream for joy. I walk out of that room and down the hall where Mr. Shelley sees me.

"Talia, would you like your script?" He says.
"Yes?" I say, hoping not to inconvience him.

We walk back to his room quickly.

"You're going to have to learn French. Do you know the French teacher?"
I shake my head.
"Get to know him. He has a beautiful French accent. You need to have it and make it natural."
"Okay."

I grasp the scene in my hand and go outside to meet Shaylee. We walk down to the Junior High to talk to our old teachers. We start talking to Mr. Dalton, when I really look at my script and how it ends.

Katharine: Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez: ma foi, je ne veux point cue vous abbaisseiz vour grandeur en baissant la main d'une de votre seignurie, indigne serviteur; excusez moi, je vous supplie, mon tre-puissant segneur.

Henry: Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.

I would have to kiss him.