When I was a freshman, seniors were the coolest people in the world. They would leave school — during the day! They nonchalantly sauntered into class 10 or 15 minutes late with what seemed like no punishment. They had been in the theater department or choir for three or four years — so naturally they knew everything about it. Seniors were invincible in my 14-year-old eyes — but surprisingly in my 18-year-old body, I sure don’t feel that.
As I write this, it is the opening night of my last set of improv shows. I’ve been participating in that program for four years — since I was a toddling freshman intimidated by the big kids to whom improvisation seemed as second-nature as breathing or walking. This May, I will act and poorly dance in my fifth and last spring musical, when it seems like yesterday that I was panicking over what song I would butcher for my audition. I lost my mind in the best way after finding out I was placed in the general ensemble of Oklahoma! freshman year. Also, I’m going on senior internship in four months! That as a concept is absolutely wild to me.