jockoaccidente (jockoaccidente) wrote in thespy_1581,
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below is my letter from the 1581 scrapbook that kristen made, which totally kicked ass.


To my dear Troupe 1581,

Spending these past four years amongst your ranks has been the single most rewarding choice I made during my high school career. As a freshman I was inspired by the enthusiasm and dedication shown by President Joseph Marino. As a sophomore I witnessed the shortcomings of President Olivia Hine, an amazing actress but a lackluster leader. As a junior I saw President Molly Phinney revitalize this troupe with thespy spirit and ITS validity. How would I measure up to these three, I asked myself over the year? Could I match Joseph’s insanity and kindness? Molly’s generous nature and thespian pride? Or would I become Olivia, giving a farewell address full of apologies and regrets?

Though I have tried, it seems I cannot compare myself to any past president. I did my job as best as I could and will leave office not with dissatisfaction or self-condemnation but with hope. I hope you get t-shirts someday. I hope a booster club is formed. I hope you get to keep your hard earned money and spend it as you see fit. I hope you get to do more service work. I hope you have more fun. I hope you get a newsletter. I hope that club cards will never again be lost. I hope that movie night becomes a long lasting tradition. I hope you never get in a wreck on the way to Ck’s. I hope you get a new curtain. I hope you all learn to love this troupe not only as a society for those dedicated to theatre, but for what it really is: a big ole’ family full of acceptance and superiority complexes and spatulas.

And that is what this troupe has really been for me: a community. I would have perused my interest in theatre one-way or another. I would have still been in plays and dabbled in tech work had I never come to White Station or never set foot inside the corner theatre. But I truly, honestly believe that my high school life would have been the definition of the word suckiness had I not been inducted into this chapter of the International Thespian Society. I would never have met some of the people who have undoubtedly changed my life. First off my best friend Blake. Although we may be at each other’s throats half the time, your friendship and support have meant a lot to me. My dearest Lena. I could not have survived a single day of this year without you. You have been my crutch, my scene partner, and my friend; and I am elated to have you as my successor. Russell, Jen, Ruth, Kristen, Sarah you have all helped me immeasurably this year and I thank you. Ms. Regan, thanks for believing in me and helping me figure things out along the way. I would also like to thank every one of this years newcomers, freshman or not. You have been the best, most sincere neophytes I can recall. I know you will all continue to work hard for this troupe and for White Station theatre.

In your honor I present to you an anonymously written poem:

Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.

They're not fond of rules

And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,

disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing that you can't do is ignore them.

Because they change things.

They invent. They imagine. They heal.
They explore. They create. They inspire.

They push the human race forward.

While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.

Because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can
change the world, are the ones who do.

For all the thespians past and present that will read this letter please remember the 1581 troupe of 2006 as the most crazy, most passionate, most dramatic group of people of all 1581 history. Though we may not have earned that title fully, I am sure it was our goal, and we have not fallen very short of reaching it. We actually managed to perform an entire Shakespearean play. We tried our hardest to recreate La Vie Boheme in the Thespian Conference cafeteria. We earned over $2,000. We sang “Lola” karaoke style to a crowd of three. We livejournal-ed like crazy, and most of us looked damn good while doing it all!

As Woody Allen said, “It seemed the world was divided into good and bad people. The good ones slept better... while the bad ones seemed to enjoy the waking hours much more.” I think we all know which category we fall in to…

Sincerely,
Sunny Franklin

President, 2006
Historian, 2005
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