A Letter From a Survivor.

This post was intended to be apart of McKenna's previous post, but because technology hates me it shall be separate. My fellow slave-ians, This has been a trying experience for us all. I have learned quite a few things with this process, and I shall list them here. 1. There is not enough time in the day. 2. Some people I have ZERO patience for. 3. Stage crew cannot be trusted. 4. If you don't do your homework, it doesn't affect your grade immensely. 5. No sleep is better than 2 hours of it. I could go on for days about things we learned, but nah. We laughed, we cried, we yelled at daft people who miss scene changes. I know not all of us enjoyed this experience, but you have to appreciate the beauty in the thing we did. This is the last year that you will be with me, and it is going by way too fast. I know you have to leave me, and even if you could stay I'm not sure I'd want you to. Don't take that the wrong way, but there is so much more for you two outside of Reno. And Brooke, I am so excited to enjoy the next two years of mezzo and ensemble and musicals. As glad as I am that you are running into life at full speed ahead, I can't help but be upset because HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME. This post was meant to be light and funny, but look what you've turned it into dang it. I love you and hope you march through life triumphantly. I am so grateful for our little infiniti. Je t'amour mon petit chous! -Hannah

Letters from the Nubian Camp

So hopefully now that we have finished Aida we will have more time to do...just about anything that wasn't getting done because we were at rehearsal. I know that I'm going to start some hard core cleaning so that I don't have so much 'stuff' (aka crap) to move.
With this being my senior, and therefore final, musical I just wanted to leave a little letter here for you guys.

Be Your Own Kind of Beautiful

I don't want to become one of those bloggers that is just "be yourself," "be happy," and stuffs. But here I am making another post. Once again you can blame my mother for this one. She is getting her hair colored as I type this and she was wondering if she was sassy, and young enough to pull off the ginger she's going for. So I started thinking about it and here we go with another, what I'm going to call, 'hippie post.'