My B-side

Major Prayer

The Holidays are stressful. Every ounce of my stress has been generated from the BYU TMA department. I printed out 20 pages of criteria and prequisites for my college's film school. I have great ambitions to become a screenplay writer so I began the tedious process at 11 a.m. this morning and haven't stopped yet. I didn't explain to my stepmother that I was watching Hoop Dreams and Eyes on the Prize (Civil Rights) for my major, leaving her to guess that I was in fact getting in touch with my African American roots. Fo sho. I began to consider my 3 minute creative project and came up with a few ideas. After finding a perfect story complete with wit and humor I developed a story board and rough draft script. I was very excited to share it with my dad, sure that he would think I was riot and be proud of his comedic daughter. When I was finished with the reading, chuckling at my own hilariousness, his face remained unchanged. Mine didn't. I looked at him harshly and exclaimed, "What!? You didn't think that was funny! Why aren't you laughing?" He told me no and that I needed to work out alot more kinks attempting to offer some advice that would no doubt change the entire meaning of my story. I stood dumbfounded, still convinced I had my golden ticket to success in hand. He announced he was going to bed and that we needed to have a family prayer. So we all bowed our heads and he thanked God for our comfortable home and the great food we were able to eat and he blessed my stepmom that she would finish crunching her numbers at a decent hour and he blessed me that I may write a GOOD story to help me get into the TMA program. It was about then I opened my eyes.

posted by Melissa at 00:32