Death of a Salesman

Why is it the things we did in high school seemed so awesome at the time, but looking back you can only see how you could have done better if you had a few more weeks of rehearsal . . . or if you weren’t high almost the entire time?

In any case, my senior year in high school, two of my friends and I did a class project that told a rough history of Theatre in the Western World.  It was a fun project, and I remember liking the rehearsals for it more than the performance itself.  My high school years were great and were defined by many friends, but my last year seemed to be defined mostly by the other two people in the performance.  One of my fondest memories was the three of us, sitting in a locker room at the back of the school that was only used as storage space for props and broken desks, laughing hard at something I don’t recall anymore.

2 thoughts on “Death of a Salesman

  1. Couldn’t have said it better myself. That day in the locker room was one of the best of my life.

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