Mr. Mayo was actually right…
when he tried to answer my question about why I was originally cut from Little Shop of Horrors in junior year of high school. He said “We were more wowed by other students.” First of all, this is awful grammar. I hate music teachers. Second of all, this is totally teacher-avoiding-parental-confrontation talk for “You’re just not good enough.” 3 years later, I’m still fighting back or trying to prove something. And what have I gotten for it? All State 2007, college a cappella, the department head’s offer to study theater at Potsdam, acceptance to NYU Theatre Ed, a part in Little Shop niente. I thought if I got away from the small town, small school community that things would be different. Lo and behold, it’s exactly the same in college. Even one as monstrous as BU. The more rejection I face, the more I’m beginning to understand that it’s not so much inequity in the system as it is simply me. And to think… I almost majored in this crap.
but it’s been a swell ride.
