Declam was quite wonderful today. I'm trying not to mangle Shakespeare. The amazing thing about him is that when I finish my intro with his name, the judges instantly perk up. I can just hear it going through their heads:
It's not about teen angst. It's not about abuse. It's classic! Woohoo!
I hate to say it, but I'm not one of the most fabulous speakers in the state. And I really hate to say it...but...I don't mind. I have heard so many amazing pieces in the past week. Quasi-memoirs of Guggenheim and O'Keefe, done with a voice similar to Cate Blanchett in The Aviator. Absolutely amazing. So I could whine that I'm not the best, or I could look at who I'm up against and be proud not to totally suck! Because I really don't think that I'm terrible. It's against my religion to be terrible.
But Anne. Oh, Anne. Her parents don't like her. She closes herself off from everyone. Her life is terrible. Her friends don't care about her. I have no clue what to do about her. Oy....
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