Conflicted About Conflict

"That's it!" said Owen. "that's the last straw. I'm tired of trying to explain it to you! We need to get this script done and unless you pull yourself together, you're on your own." Owen was staring into a mirror practicing his speech that he was going to tell Jesse. Their drama teacher gave them a project to do, and they hadn't even started yet. They had to write a script for a scene to perform at the end of the year. The scene had to be original and written by them. Every good drama student knows that all great scripts have conflict in them, without it the play is boring and stale. Owen had worked with Jesse several times before, in fact they worked great together acting in scenes, but writing scenes was a different story. Jesse had no idea how to use conflict   in a scene, he didn't understand the use of it, and that made their thought process slow down like a sloth in the summer. Owen had it with Jesse. They started their project three weeks ago!! And they were completely behind. They didn't have a rough draft of their scene to present because Owen had spent so much time trying to explain to Jesse was conflict was. Now Owen knew he could have just written the scene and gave a copy to Jesse to perform, but how could Owen let his best friend go on through life never knowing how to use conflict? He couldn't, and that was the problem.

Jesse was waiting for Owen in the drama room on spare, same time as he usually did. Owen and Jesse want through the usual routine. They asked what each other did the night before, ate lunch and came up with a philosophical question to debate with each other. Once all the fun was over, it was time to work. Owen asked Jesse for ten millionth time, "Do you have any ideas?". And Jesse replied in the same manner, "What if we were two guys walking to the store, then we bought milk *pause, and walked home." Owen sat there and rolled his eyes, as he usually did to all of Jesse's ideas. "What about the conflict? Do they have anything happen to them on the way there? What if a robber came and mugged them, or they got lost in the store and had to find their way out?"

"Why would that happen to them? There is a less than 20% chance of them getting robbed and a 0% percent chance of them getting lost in the store? Why do you always try to make things harder for us in the scene?"

"Because Jesse, it adds conflict to the scene, which will make the scene better and add more action to it."

"Well I think it's not worth it and not possible."

They bickered with each other for a whole hour before, Owen stood up and just walked out of the room by pure frustration. Jesse had to sit there alone and think for a while. He thought and thought and thought, and nothing came to him. He just couldn't understand why conflict was needed in everything. It was implausible and very little of it happened to him. Then he realized something, conflict happened everywhere. When he went to the store and a little old lady cut him in line. Or when he was home and his mom wanted him to clean and he never did, so his mom got mad at him. His eyes lit up and he picked up the piece of paper, grabbed a pen and started writing his master piece.

The next day, Owen was walking to school, not prepared to present his rough copy and felt hopeless that it would never be done. Right when he walked into the door, he saw Jesse running to him like a puppy runs to his master. "I finished the scene!"

"What? How did you possibly do that?"

"Well I sat there and I thought, I thought and I thought and I thought. Then it came to me. Us arguing about myself not knowing about conflict and we have a script due the next day was conflict. So I grabbed a pen and wrote out our scene."

"This is everything we said yesterday to each other." said Owen

"I know, and I also know how much you like to add robbers to a scene so I threw them in there on page 3."

To make a long story short, Owen and Jesse claimed that their scene was inspired by Monty Python... thank you Graham Chapman, Eric Idle, Terry Gilliam, Terry Jones, John Cleese, and Michael Palin... you got us out of that jam.

Gaberial Klyne

The weather outside was terrible. It was raining like you wouldn't believe, the clouds were dark and stormy and there wasn't a soul outside. "Perfect" thought Gabe. "A nice day to go for a walk." He pulled the curtains to a close and dawdled to the other side of his room. As he walked across the room he picked up little bits of crumbs and dirt that he saw. He picked up his clothes from the other day and neatly folded them and put them into his dresser. From there he pulled out a brand new flannel shirt that he bought the other day and put it over white shirt. He left his pajama on has he pulled over his black jeans over them. He went to his closet and opened the door. He yanked his gas attendant jump suit off of the hanger and shoved it in his bag. He hated going to work on such a nice day. He was about the close the closet when he realized he didn't grab any money. He looked at his door and counted to 3. He didn't hear his brother get up yet, which was strange   since he had to be at the gas station in two hours. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he parted his clothes aside to reveal his safe. He put in the in the code, 31-14-15, and swung the door open. Inside the the door, there was a lottery ticket taped to the door. The  numbers read, 6-1-8-15-15-26-25. Those were the numbers read three years before, when he won the lottery.

Gabe had just finished his shift at the station. He was talking to his brother, Alex (everyone called him Thibby). Gabe was annoyed. He had finaly found his father after five years of him and his brother searching for him. New York was a big place and Gabe and Thibby didn't have a lot of resources living in the bronx, on a gas attendants wage. But that never stopped the two of them before. Money was one thing that the brothers refused to get in their way. That's why they bought the cheapest apartment in the neighborhood. They never had support from their father anyways after he had left them, their mother and their sister to suffer.Gabe was sick of his dad, the only reason he wanted to meet him was so that he could punch him in the face. When Gabe walked to his fathers apartment, he felt great. He knew that justice would be dealt out that day. He went, rang the doorbell and waited. It felt like hours before his father finally answered the door. When he did, this was the only thing that Gabe could say. "Why can a man be so inconsiderate of human beings and just leave them there to rot in a terrible world?". Gabe knew right away that his father recognized him. His father only said, "I gave money for you and your siblings, I gave you all the same amount of money I had when my father walked out on me and my mother. I made it equal for all of you, your siblings and myself!". Gabe said "sometimes equality doesn't equal justice." Gabe left his fathers house and never returned. He never punched his father or yelled at him. All he did was get frustrated and walked home in the rain. When he got to the gas station to talk to his brother. His brother understood and bought him a lottery ticket to make him feel better. The numbers read 6-1-8-15-15-26-25. Gabe won the lottery two days later. He split the money with his siblings and invested his share into a ring of bootleggers. He was the boss.

Two years later and he's walking to the gas station to work, then his making his way to the "office". He's rich, powerful and can do whatever he wants. No one can get in his way, because he doesn't trust anyone enough to do it, and he isn't a pushover. He regrets nothing except for one thing, never giving his father what he deserved.    

   

My Cast For A Midsummer Nights Dream

When asked to do this I was very excited. I always wanted to cast a play or movie, I don't really know how it came to me, it just did. most likely it's because when I watch movies I say that so and so would be better at the role then the person who played it, and most people agree with me. So with out further adieu here is my cast for the production A Midsummer Nights Dream.

Puck

I see Puck as a very funny, comedic and entertaining goofball, but he also has the quality that no matter what he does, you always love him. That is why I have chosen tho have Puck be cast by Jonah Hill. Jonah is a very comical actor who has been on movies such as 21 Jump Street, The Watch, Accepted, and voiced in Megamind. In all those movies Jonah has played the lovable goofball that no matter what he does, you can't get mad at him. That fits Puck perfectly! In the play Puck messes up and puts the flower nectar on the wrong person and Oberon tells him that he messed up Puck doesn't become fearful, he makes a joke by saying "Then fate o'errules, that, one man holding troth A million fail, confounding oath on oath." (III, iii, 92-93). He just told Oberon, the king of the fairies, "Oh well, better luck next time." He's just there to have fun and that is what all of Jonah Hills characters have in common. That is why Jonah Hill would make a good Puck.  


Titania

Titania is a very strong independent women, but then she falls in love with Bottom and that's the tough part, You need a female actress that can be strong willed, fierce, and also desperately in love like a high school girl. That is why I have picked  Gillian Jacobs.I have picked Gillian Jacobs just because of her one role in Community of Brita Perry. That character is a strong willed, feminist, my-way-or-the-highway kind of girl, but when shes in love with someone, shes quirky, relaxed and does everything in her power to make it  a good time. That is who Titania is, when she argues with Oberon at the very beginning about th

e Indian boy she stands tall and keeps to her beliefs, but later when she falls in love with Bottom, she becomes very lovestruck and changes her views on everything not really caring about the Indian boy any more. To have an actress turn on love as fast as she can turn off love is hard, but I know Gillian Jacobs could do it.


Helena

For Helena I need to have someone that is dorky and yet has that cute essence to her. I need her to be tall and I need her to be sweet and sassy. The only person that I could see playing that role is Anne Hathaway. Not the recent Anne Hathaway, but the old Princess Diaries Anne Hathaway. I know that Anne would be a good fit for this character. In the Princess Diaries, Anne played a quirky, young teenager, whos life wasn't that good, but in the end I worked out for her. She became the princess that everyone wanted her to be. She also fits the physical characteristics as Helena. She's on the tall side, she can play a weird girl that is desperately in love and she can throw on the sassy attitude when ever she wants. That's why I think Anne Hathaway would be a great Helena.

Welcome to the Jungle

For some people their room is their safe haven, a place of study, a place of relaxation and their gateway from the world. Now that's some people, not me. When you walk upstairs to my room, you just see a plain white door. This door is the like the white flag that shows that everyone who enters my room surrenders.

When you open the door you see my bed maid up all neatly covered with dark brown blankets and sheets tucked into the bed with a mountain of pillows on top. Over my bed you will see a very bland white wall covered up with posters of my favorite video games and dancers. Now when you first see my room it's love and first sight with almost everybody. If you have the courage to walk into the doorway, you will become overwhelmed with the musky smell of Old Spice and Febreze and a blast of steaming hot air that will make you think your on vacation all over again. My wooden floors are so hot that it feels like your stepping on cement in the middle of summer with no shoes on. Now I personally hate that feeling, so I created little stepping stones made out of my dirty clothes to get across my room with out burning my feet. My parents call me a slob, I think it's pretty smart. 

If you take a peak to the left of my room, you will see my brown, wooden dresser covered with my homework assignments (mostly finished), my Febreze and Old Spice, my blue piggy bank filled with pennies and my tap shoe screws. Beside my dresser is three white shelves attached to the wall staked on top of each other the bottom shelf has an alarm clock on it that can never be turned off, it sounds like really mad raven that hasn't eaten in 5 days and sees you with a nice sandwich. Above that shelf are some random pictures that make me laugh whenever I see them (I try to cover as much as my wall as possible because it is so bland, white and boring). Beside these shelves is just an ordinary closet. I don't ordinary, I like exciting and bold. So When you open this closet you find a secret bookcase with all of my favorite books inside, ordered in alphabetical order. The top two shelves are filled with books, the bottom two shelves is where I really hide my treasures. The bottom two shelves have my tap dancing shoes, every pair since I was six years old. When I retire my shoes, I polish them, spiff them up and put them on the shelf. To the normal person, it's nothing. To me, it's my everything. Beside tap shoe pair three, there is a shoe box. Inside the shoe box is just a dictionary, inside that dictionary is all of my autographs I have ever acquired in my life.

Beside my bed, there is a large, baby blue desk that is meant for homework. I do homework on it, but not the regular kind of home work. The desk is a flurry of papers that have all sorts of different things on them. Ideas for movies, T.V shows, dreams I had and ideas for amazing magic tricks and inventions. That desk is the main brain if my room. Everything that I thought a useful idea I wrote it down and it is somewhere in that desk. Now I don't like to be thought of as a slob. So to distract people above my desk there are two polished, light brown shelves. On the bottom shelf, there is a variety of items on it. On the right hand side there are all of my dance awards that I have ever gotten, then my football awards, then my collection of Coke bottles and finally my collection of action figures. On my top shelf is four different wrestling belts. There isn't a story behind it, I just like wrestling.

In short my room is a whirlwind of ideas and clothes everywhere covered with the rich stench of Old Spice and febreze and I wouldn't have it any other way.