Guess who’s done with her 25 page paper on World War II propaganda??? This girl.
All moved in, spending my birthday alone in my dorm, and I have so much class tomorrow…. STRESSING ME OUT.
All my friends are going dancing tonight, and I’m sick. All I want to do is dance, but I can’t. Stupid cold. Someone care to entertain me in my loneliness? Literally my whole floor is gone. It’s only me. S-O-L-O.
So for one of the core requirements of my school, I have to take a creative arts class. I decided to take Creative Dramatics. I now need a 1-2 minute monologue from a contemporary work that is realistic for a 18-30 year old girl to play. Any suggestions?
This is me after all my friends and I pass out from drinking. I’m the first to wake up and I’m always confused as to how I got there.
I miss my college friends. The people back home are awful to me and it took meeting genuine friends to realize that. Now there are a few people from home that will always be my friend, but the one I thought would last is purposefully being mean. She talks shit about me to my friends, doesnt respond to my texts unless it is convenient for her, and the worst is how fake she is when we do talk. I can’t handle this toxic relationship anymore. I have done nothing wrong but try and be the best friend I can be.
I’m sorry little miss small town prom queen can’t see that. I just want to be civil and settle this like adults and not high schoolers.
My friends and I had a conversation about how I’m too optimistic about everything. I didn’t realize there was such a thing?
When in doubt, Dance it out.
My recital is this weekend so I have practice all week. I love dance, and it makes me less stressed out, but it’s during finals week so I’m swamped… Yet I feel relaxed.
Illustration by Dick Sargent for The Saturday Evening Post, October 1959.
The smart guy should always get the girl :)