I'm nobody! Who are you?
My spring semester here at Centre College has been one of great changes: in academics and also in personal growth. With the new semester, rehearsals for "Little Shop of Horrors" have begun with a vengeance, and yours truly stomps around the stage in stilettos nightly. Indeed, one question has plagued my existence since I began the show: Why do women put themselves through the pain of high heels? I've ended up with more bumps, bruises, and blisters in the past three weeks than I've received all year, but the reward is amazing. The opportunity to work on a musical that I truly love (I've been listening to "Little Shop" since I was nine) and furthermore getting to explore a character without predefined limits or restrictions is a pleasure. Since Ronette is almost always a woman, I have the chance to expand the role by creating a unique level of subtext as a man. On top of this, I am blessed to be able to act with friends that I love.
Recently, it seems that through the course of my studies I've located a serious gap in my education (though I suspect that it's shared by the vast majority of American youth). As we were dissecting Dickinson's work (featured above), I began to muse on fame and celebrity status. Was a conscious decision somehow made by the media to highlight the slowly devolving stability of Britney Spears (and other celebrity situations) over current global affairs? How did such a momentous choice slip by my attention? Somehow, I've grown into a state of complacency with my position in the world over the past few years. Admittedly, there are days when I completely forget that our country is at war, and that people are dying everyday for the cause of "freedom." Sometimes I go to sleep at night without pausing to reflect on my good fortune in being able to sleep in a bed that is somewhere safe. Thousands of Africans in places like Darfur and Zimbabwe wish for the same. I wake each morning and head to Cowan--not imagining the possibility of being unable to eat breakfast. I have never considered myself to be a political individual (I'm the essential middle-of-the-road "independent" young voter), but I'm realizing more each day that you don't have to assign yourself to a political party or belief system to take an active role in caring about the world in which you live.
Though these are conclusions that we all acknowledge, few of us take the time to act upon them. Hence, I'm making an increased effort to become an informed citizen of not only America, but of the world. (How proud Dickinson would be, to be able to still incite change, over a century later!)