They say sometimes you need to write a lot until you finally figure out what you want to say. Out of the 1800 words from my second essay, I found one paragraph that intrigued me enough to abandon my original idea and go off in an entirely different direction.
I have always been fascinated with characters, whether they be in literature or real life. I love to explore why people do the things they do, why they are the way they are. A big reason is because I'm so unsure of who I am. By examining the motives and backgrounds of others, I gain a broader sense of the world around me
Over the summer, I came into acquaintance with a girl who reminded me of Rizzo from the award-winning musical, Grease. Coincidentally, I had just been cast as Rizzo in my school's upcoming fall production of Grease, and as someone who loves character development, I found myself paying keen attention to her and her actions to try and understand Rizzo's character. From what I understood from this girl and Rizzo, they pretend to be someone they're not. My question is: why? Why did they pretend to be someone they're not? And why do I sometimes pretend to be someone I'm not? And then, who was I to tell this girl, who I barely knew, who she was?
For my next essay, I'm thinking of writing about this idea of identity. I'm not really sure where it will lead, but sometimes you just have to keep walking along the path until you stumble upon an ending.
