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I lived life today.

Tis’was the definition of how my life should be. I was so ecstatic that all my tasks were centered around creative and artistic learning. I was happy. No labs, no numbers, just pure expressions. It was wonderful, and I wish I could relive today all over again. 

Today I had a meeting with a volunteer group that I chose not to attend. Apart from the reasons of academic commitments, their monthly agenda has become generic and repetitive. Why must I subject myself to such monotony? Why must I put myself in a place where people do not want to progress, or for that matter have the discipline to progress. Attending that meeting would have disrupted all the happiness and glory that is filled within me now :)

I started my external Direction for one of my courses. I am directing scenes from Tennessee Williams’ “The Glass Menagerie”. It is a very difficult play to direct, needless to say I am a bit worried, since it is my first try at any form of directing. It is also my first try at anything outside of environmental theatre, and as such I am intimidated quite a bit. 

I must thank Stacy and Alexander who attached themselves quickly to the script, and they both seem rather comfortable with their roles. Before today I was in need of another actress, and that problem was resolved. Things flowed well at the first table read, and I couldn’t ask for anything more. 

After rehearsals, I set my sights on my home, my sense of place… the place that made me realize that I could grace a stage if I wanted to…. Trinidad Theatre Workshop. My lecturer for Modern Theatre, Miss Belinda Barnes was acting as Nat in a Rabbit Hole. A play written by David Lindsay-Abarie. 

It was such a moving play, that simply made my eyes wet. To see the pain that this family was going through, and the plethora of issues they had deal with. My heart when out deeply to Becca who had to deal with the lost of her 4 year old son, Danny. Her son was killed by a 17 year old boy by the name of Jason. You could imagine how laboured my breathing became, when I saw Jason and Becca coming face to face. It was touching, yet heart-wrenching to see the individual problems they both had to deal with, while still trying their best to maintain a very calm and collective social situation. 

I ended the night with one drink of scotch, and I am now back home with numbers and scientific calculations related to toxicology. I know that I am suppose to be balanced, trying to become this Sciatarian (Scientist and Humanitarian)…… but I could not help but feel that this is where my heart and passion lies……. I really did live it today…….. and it was wonderful

Always looking at life,

Shahad the Sentinel

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