Chapter 11: College Drama
February 17th 2007 14:39
I got a fresh new start at Kent State University Trumbull Campus. Between the Pell Grant, Ohio Grant and Rehabilitation services most everything was paid. My Dad, with a bit of begging, paid for my books. We were getting along better by the time I started college.
My mom left my Dad when I was 18 mostly because she was really involved in her local union and my Dad wanted her home making dinner instead of at meeting after work. But it was slightly because the fights I had with me dad and the fights my brother was have with my mom. When they divorced I went to live with my mom because I knew I needed someone who would help me in a medical crisis. Plus, me and my Dad are so much a like living in the same house with him at the time was irritating.
My brother went to live with my Dad because he could have all the freedom he wanted. Him and my Dad thought as long as he was so great at baseball nothing could stop him from a major league career. When he stopped going to school on a daily basis he blew his ride. He had scouts from the Cleveland Indians farm team talk to him after a AA league game once. The first thing they asked was “how’s your grades?”. He ended up not graduating High school. He later got his GED and pharmaceutical license and has a really good job at the local hospital where he met his beautiful wife and they had a beautiful baby girl I love to spoil.
The thing that worked to my advantage in college was I only had to take four classes. I still had a lot of homework, but I enjoyed the classes more. My English Professor, Mr. Brown, really liked my writing. When he said he wanted us to make him cry and laugh. I wrote about my grandparents death when I was four-years-old. It was said for my whole family especially my Uncle Chris. I just told him that Jesus needed help feeding Bambi’s mother. I had interviewed my family too which made the story better. When I needed a reference letter Mr. Brown had no problem writing one for me.
I also became active in the theater department. I took a theater class for fun and was hooked. It was similar to singing. I would get extremely nervous before performing, but I loved the applause. We would put on little scenes in class and have a show case at the end of the year. My best was when I played an Elvis groupie trying to be the first person to get into Graceland when it opened. I have never dressed conservative, but I never dressed sleazy for school. In the play the character sounded a bit sleazy. When I came out of the dressing room in my Dazy dukes and midriff top the guys in my class were shocked. One of the guys said I should work for Hooters. Not just because my bust, but he said my legs looked great. I was in character so I did flirt more than I usually did. I’m a bit shy. The character wasn’t.
I was also involved in someway or another with the production we put on for the public tree times a year. I played an 80-year-old women in Le Belle Saur that got rave reviews. I didn’t have to many lines but there was physical comedy involved and my character made the whole room laugh. I worked the concession stand at the yearly Christmas Carol performances. That was the biggest production all year and because I was still on dialysis I didn’t have the time or energy to put into that show as I would need to so concession stand was as helpful as I could be.
You never know who you will meet when you are working at a concession stand. On one performance night I met Guy. He looked like Chris Cornell from sound Garden/Audioslave. We got to talking. He was from California and moved to Ohio a few years back. He had stole a car when he was younger and ended up doing some jail time. He had a tongue ring. I was very curious about how it would be kissing a guy with a tongue ring.
We had to get buckets of ice from a closet for drinks. We started having an ice fight. I put some down his back. He put some down my front. I went outside with him when he went out to smoke. It was rainy and chilly and he put his arms around me. The nice moment didn’t last long when he undid my bra and I had to run in to hook it back up. But that didn’t scare me off. We were pouring the left over ice and water down the drain after intermission and he shut the door. He pinned me against the wall and kissed me. It was such a thrill. His hand was going up my leg when someone opened the door. I jetted out. The guy that came to the door came over to me to see if I was alright. I told him “ of course” in an irritated voice. I was just embarrassed.
Guy said I tasted good. And I laughed. We flirted for a couple of weeks. I found out why we didn’t go out. I was talking about him in one of my classes and his girlfriend was in the class. I shut up and tried not to talk to him again. But everytime he came up behind me he had to say how sexy I looked. I would have loved to touch that hot body again, but the fact he had a girlfriend when he was making out with me turned me off.
My mom left my Dad when I was 18 mostly because she was really involved in her local union and my Dad wanted her home making dinner instead of at meeting after work. But it was slightly because the fights I had with me dad and the fights my brother was have with my mom. When they divorced I went to live with my mom because I knew I needed someone who would help me in a medical crisis. Plus, me and my Dad are so much a like living in the same house with him at the time was irritating.
My brother went to live with my Dad because he could have all the freedom he wanted. Him and my Dad thought as long as he was so great at baseball nothing could stop him from a major league career. When he stopped going to school on a daily basis he blew his ride. He had scouts from the Cleveland Indians farm team talk to him after a AA league game once. The first thing they asked was “how’s your grades?”. He ended up not graduating High school. He later got his GED and pharmaceutical license and has a really good job at the local hospital where he met his beautiful wife and they had a beautiful baby girl I love to spoil.
The thing that worked to my advantage in college was I only had to take four classes. I still had a lot of homework, but I enjoyed the classes more. My English Professor, Mr. Brown, really liked my writing. When he said he wanted us to make him cry and laugh. I wrote about my grandparents death when I was four-years-old. It was said for my whole family especially my Uncle Chris. I just told him that Jesus needed help feeding Bambi’s mother. I had interviewed my family too which made the story better. When I needed a reference letter Mr. Brown had no problem writing one for me.
I also became active in the theater department. I took a theater class for fun and was hooked. It was similar to singing. I would get extremely nervous before performing, but I loved the applause. We would put on little scenes in class and have a show case at the end of the year. My best was when I played an Elvis groupie trying to be the first person to get into Graceland when it opened. I have never dressed conservative, but I never dressed sleazy for school. In the play the character sounded a bit sleazy. When I came out of the dressing room in my Dazy dukes and midriff top the guys in my class were shocked. One of the guys said I should work for Hooters. Not just because my bust, but he said my legs looked great. I was in character so I did flirt more than I usually did. I’m a bit shy. The character wasn’t.
I was also involved in someway or another with the production we put on for the public tree times a year. I played an 80-year-old women in Le Belle Saur that got rave reviews. I didn’t have to many lines but there was physical comedy involved and my character made the whole room laugh. I worked the concession stand at the yearly Christmas Carol performances. That was the biggest production all year and because I was still on dialysis I didn’t have the time or energy to put into that show as I would need to so concession stand was as helpful as I could be.
You never know who you will meet when you are working at a concession stand. On one performance night I met Guy. He looked like Chris Cornell from sound Garden/Audioslave. We got to talking. He was from California and moved to Ohio a few years back. He had stole a car when he was younger and ended up doing some jail time. He had a tongue ring. I was very curious about how it would be kissing a guy with a tongue ring.
We had to get buckets of ice from a closet for drinks. We started having an ice fight. I put some down his back. He put some down my front. I went outside with him when he went out to smoke. It was rainy and chilly and he put his arms around me. The nice moment didn’t last long when he undid my bra and I had to run in to hook it back up. But that didn’t scare me off. We were pouring the left over ice and water down the drain after intermission and he shut the door. He pinned me against the wall and kissed me. It was such a thrill. His hand was going up my leg when someone opened the door. I jetted out. The guy that came to the door came over to me to see if I was alright. I told him “ of course” in an irritated voice. I was just embarrassed.
Guy said I tasted good. And I laughed. We flirted for a couple of weeks. I found out why we didn’t go out. I was talking about him in one of my classes and his girlfriend was in the class. I shut up and tried not to talk to him again. But everytime he came up behind me he had to say how sexy I looked. I would have loved to touch that hot body again, but the fact he had a girlfriend when he was making out with me turned me off.
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