Oh, acting.

I think I've made it fairly obvious that I don't like acting. But I'm stepping out of my comfort zone and experimenting with new disciplines. I'm a senior now, so this seems to be the year to do everything before my time runs out.

This specific lesson was comfortable for me. I may have mentioned it before, but anger is my best emotion as far as acting goes, I believe. I'm not scared to yell at somebody if I have to. And yes, it's acting, we're not actually yelling or punching people, but God, does it feel real when you're told to punch Scott La Marca then your Grandma. Punching Scott is easy. It's too natural, actually. Sorry, Scott! But you know I'm joking (usually)! But when a random person, like your Grandma is called, and then imagined right in front of your very eyes, I got weak. I'm never weak. I don't like the feeling, which is probably why my anger is so strong.

It was a pretty bad day for me. My guidance councilor basically lost all hope in me which pretty much tore me apart for the day. Instead of handling it like a good human being would, I got angry. I took screaming at the community center out on her. I poked her, slapped her, punched her repeatedly, and didn't feel sorry. I don't know what this says about my actual character, but as far as acting goes, I think I'm getting better.

In conclusion, acting is annoying. It screws with your head. It makes me over analyze this intricate situation when meanwhile I'm standing on a worn-down stage with no one as an audience. Your mind is fooled by words that seep through your ears and into your mind, that carries on to your exterior self, creating an illusion that makes you put on quite the performance.

Oh, acting.

-ashleycoppolino