Audition, Shmaudition.

I've always been a huge fan of the arts, so when time came for the next school play for me to not make, I decided "What the hell! I'll try out!". The head of the Drama Department (who I shall refer to as Mr. Blunt) always told me how I should try out for the school plays. He is also the casting director, so he sees everyone trying out. After every play had been cast, he'd always ask me "Why didn't you try out, Sara?"... I had tried out...I'd tried out for over 6 of your plays, you old bird. So, by my 7th rejection from a school play, which had cast over 40 people might I'd add, I decided to talk to him. I mean, I was a JUNIOR for crying out loud. I should be getting a role by now. I needed help, so I asked my mom to email him. I know I'm no Dame Judy Dench at acting, but I think I'm at least a Kate Hudson. My mom and I emailed him asking what I could maybe try to do better next time to ensure a role in the next play. I shit you not when I tell you what his response was. He said that he was sorry, but FRESHMEN don't usually get parts, but I should continue to try out. All that I could manage to think was, "Are you LITERALLY kidding me!?" I wanted to go to his house and burn it down to the ground, but I did not. That is against my moral code the law.

I'm Kind of a Big Deal

As said in the title, at school, I am kind of a big deal. I tend to think of myself as a pretty popular person who everyone loves...by everyone I mean older people, student body, and little kids. I am the school mascot. I like to think of myself as a mini-celebrity to those who either A.) have never been to a high school; B.) Eat dinner around 3:30 in the afternoon; C.) those people who have actually seen the movie "Midgets vs. Mascots" (look it up...it's pretty scary); and D.) my parents. Just like in any lifetime original movie about a high school, people do like to mess with me as the mascot. When I first got this "exclusive" (there weren't even any try-outs...) position, I wanted to keep up my image. By image, I mean the person in the background who did not mean much to the school and never made anything I tried out for. I was hoping that by keeping that massive, hot mascot head on, I could be someone different and still get some respect. Of course, the illusion was completely shattered when at a school rally I tried to "Gangman Style"... my head came off and I was revealed to the world. Just like any rumor, the PTSD I thought I had caused my fellow peers had gone away within a few days. So, I mean, thank god my bright and shiny reputation wasn't tarnished one bit. If it was, my life would just be ruined. A reputation is all a girl has, you know. Enjoy this picture of me sitting helplessly, waiting for someone to open up a classroom so I change out of that massive costume.

A Rant About Myself

My name is Sara. I love soccer and comedy. During my free time, I mostly tend to go on Netflix and watch bad movies, "The Office", and very old "Saturday Night Live" episodes. I would love to be a comedy writer when I get older because I believe that laughter is the only thing that makes me feel happy when I am on the contraire (I like to use French sometimes as I have completed French III recently). I tend to be more different than a lot of other people in the way that I do things. When everybody else is tired or bored, I'm usually the one person who is energized (I have been asked multiple times if I do drugs because of my energy (especially cocaine)) and just having fun on my own. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but in my case, this picture is a pretty good summary of who I am in life (I have taken the liberty of blurring out all faces except for mine to keep the privacy of others...I have even blurred the people in the back that I don't know just to keep people from running up to them screaming "I saw you on that blog!!").