DO IT DO IT DO IT, GO GO GO!

GO FALCONS! On Friday, Staley High School Faced their biggest rival (causing them 2 of their 3 losses the previous season). We had a pep rally at 5:00 AM and the game that night. We WON! Hear the whole story at :http://www.kansascity.com/sports/story/1471597.html .

And, its coming along.

I apologize I haven't written in this lately at all.


SO heres whats new with my life:
I have realized that I am a really busy person, and I learned that the outlet of escaping that stress other than theatre( because theatre brings stress.) is helping other people.
I have a friend who has been in the hospital for a few weeks because she has been diagnosed with a serious disease that she has recently been living with, but its going through some tough spells. She has gotten out, but it on medication that is really messing with her body physically and mentally. I realized that no one has noticed her absence from school, except me. I made a huge attempt to make contact with her, and finally got a hold of her. And she cried, because she had been depressed that no one has been talking to her, shes been alone and just been in schoolwork. Then it hit me, the smallest thing to one person could make or break someones day. Now, I have become much more aware of every action I'm making, and putting forth new effort to help my friends and make more contact with them. Life lesson learned.


Moving over to theatre (since that is my life nowadays) my school is presenting CLUE THE MUSICAL . Yesterday was that dreaded audition day. The was treated to a formal audition, and so like any other audition, we were all given a number. Our director explained, this number is your name. If you plan on having a career in this feild, that's all you may be is a number to people. They will not know you by first and last name, they wont care what your feelings are about the audition, they don't care if your prepared or not, they only care about your performance. This struck me as the the norm for what I hear in theatre classes. But then I began thinking, I am so lucky I have this opportunity to have an audition with people who actually care about my outcome. Oreforming inront of someone who knows my previous talents, and will critique me, but also inform me of what they wrote down, instead of worrying about a callback or not and not knowing why if you didn't get one. So on we went wit the auditions; I preformed "anything goes" and did a Broadway jazz dance to it. We preformed in front of judges which included a stagecraft class, most made up of people not involved in theatre whatsoever, and four teachers. After the audition we were told to sit in the hall, while our scores were added up. Afterwords our numbers were separated into makes and females and posted from top score to lowest. I turned out to be the top scorer and tied for best overall performance, YEAH! Cast list will be posted sometime soon, so Ill be updating on what part I was cast as.


As for choir, I haven't been enjoying it too much, but after our concert today for the Roterie Club I realized what being part of Staley High School Chamber Choir is all about. Its about representing Staley High School with our voices, and sharing something really special to show the community. We are becoming a singing family, and Im really happy that im becoming part of it.

I have been pushing myself so much this year. I am in an advanced theatre class, advanced dance classes for me, and in our schools top choirs. I know this will be a year of learning, and let me tell you, its working. I have a feeling that even though this year went through a rough start, it cant be that bad. Yeah school work will be harder, but that was expected. Theatre will be fun, I just haven't thought it was because we haven't done anything yet. The school, dance, choir thing is starting to come together for once, and its all panning out. I cant tell you how excited I am that this year is getting better. I really am blessed with all the opportunity I have been given this year.

The Things I Carry

For my Challenge Lit and Comp II class, we are reading a novel called "The Things They Carried". An excersize we were told to do was write a poem about the things WE carried into the classroom, and what is says about ourselves. Somethings physical, and some mental. (attainable, and not attainable.) I was really inspired by this excersize because somehow what a person carries on themselves says alot about their charachter. Since then, I have been watching what people carry, with what they look like and how they act physically. Some people I somewhat know, and some I have just seen in public. Then, I start making stories about them in my head, about their past lives, love interests, personal habbits and hobbies. What they ate for dinner, or if I was eating at the saw time they were, WHY they picked what they did. Also silly things, like if they were stuck in a clssroom, what they would doodle in teir notebook, what they daydream about, or what kind of pets they have. ect. I know this sounds really weird, but its sort of fun when you have nothing else to do with yourself. I loved the excersize once I got started, so I thought I would share what I wrote.

I carry depicting colors of emotions, most not my true feelings. This shade I put over myself like a cloak; whatever pigment can help me blend in with the crowd, making it easier for everyone else not to notice me.
I carry the excessive hunger, want, desperation, a stretch for that dying feeling of loosing myself on stage. Just one moment, where I can loose everything, forget everything, be who I WANT to be, not who I am. An instant where my body puts itself into a mode that leaks out every single one of my barricaded feelings.
I carry my shoes, pieces of fabric sewn together to restrain my feet from being free. The same worn sneakers I’ve been wearing for years. Its’ an unchanged story of a gray shoe with two laces, worn soul, and missing lining. This pair has see the best of my days, the worst of melt downs, the most grueling workouts, felt the wettest tears, the longest laughs , and heard the most genuine secrets.
I carry my planner, my guide to life. Without it, I would even forget to breathe. It’s my handbook to survival. I’m constantly going from here, to there [doing this and doing that. It has thrown me into a rushed routine of moving non stop, and it seems to be the source, the battery pack of the whole movement. It’s always with me, and if it isn’t, it’s because I’m dead.
Most of all I carry imagination. It’s easily kept in a jar with holes I’ve drilled in the top years ago. Its constantly leaking into my reality. It gives me illusions that I don’t have a problem with saying no to opportunity. It seeps daydreams of big cities, nature scenes, and dim lights that spark fluorescent colors. When I’m in horrible situations it saves me by showing me what I would want to happen. I carry this with the most delicate care, because without imagination, I would most definitely loose the war with reality.

at least im learning.

Its a saturday night (saturday night, aye aye aye aye aye. satuurdayy.), and i spend my night, alone sick watching Grease and Grease 2 alone in my room. Way to be, colton. Last friday was a half day at school, too bad I was sick the whole day. I threw up a total of three times at school, while having to deal with a couple stressfull classes and rambunctious kids. On the bright side, our theatre 3 class got the scripts to CLUE THE MUSICAL. I read for the part I want, Colonel Mustard. YEAH! Yesterday, I also realized happiness is something that naturally comes to everyone, you have to learn to be happy.If you want something to be a bad situation, it will be. If you think you cant do something, you wont. If you constantly put yourself down and tell yourself things about you that YOU KNOW aren't true, you become that person. My friend Sam Jones, finally got this through my thick thick skull. Yes, you could say I am a stubborn person. I learned this through all my throwing up, hugging the kleenex box and loosing all taste for food, and still smiling. Anyways, after school let out early, I went to hang out with austin, angela, teresa, and some otter friends at taco bell. What was funny, is when they ask what you're name is, you can tell them ANYTHING YOU WANT. I told her my name was robertotiago sanleggo and they wrote it down. HA! That night, I went to the football game, and we won 34-0. YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, YOU BEST WATCH OUT FOR STALY BECAUSE THIS IS OUR HOUSE! haha.

Basically, these days just seem to get better, and Im starting to love this routine I was recently dreading. Though I know nobody is really reading this, I thought I should tell you. [: And, if you are actually reading, feel free to comment about what you think about my blog. But please be nice, constructive criticism is accepted, no need to be rude. hahah.

"I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty in life Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches."

wow, reality update.

So, Ive realized lately that I am sweating the small things. Today in US history, I realized we had an online quiz, and I dread them. Just for some background info, I have been getting horrible grades on these quizzes, and there was another one assigned for the night. Now, in realization an actual teacher would explain, maybe have a solid lesson plan, but instead our teacher had us pull out our cell phones and call a number that stops telemarketers from calling our phone, educational? I think not. Most teachers would actually teach. Im more of a hndon kind of person. Its just not the way I learn, hopefully the grade in that class isn't solely based on quizzes, if so I'm screwed.
I know I haven't written in this lately, so I have lots to talk about. Since the beginning of the school year I have been under some major stress, I guess you could say I got off to a really rough start. Well, for starters I had to get my schedule changed a million times, and now that its finally right, its not something I still not yet completely chompratable with. Our Chamber Choir is also going to Norway, which I will not be participating in because my parents did not beleive we could pay for it and therefore did not pay the initial payment that reserved my seat on the plane. So what a spring Break Ill be having. i also haven't told our director that I not going yet, I plan on getting to that tomorrow. I hope hes not mad. Though I would love to see his whole head turn red like last year.
Now that the school year is finally down to a routine, its time for a break. I have no school Monday and a half day tommorrow. I am going to a football game tomorrow, woot! First Staley home game, and I wont be playing with the band, so I don't know how well this is gonna go because I might not know what to do with myself.
In recent news, our school schedule for theatre and my sial life is coming to a full. Staley's Theatre 3 class will be presenting CLUE THE MUSICAL as a dinner theatre this year, and I will be a part of it. Our first actual school production will be MIRACLE ON 34 STREET. whoop. I don't think I am auditioning for it though. What is our main stage musical for the year? LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS. I'm not quite sure what I am auditioning for, so if you have suggestions, feel free to comment below. I am also starting dance classes next week and my weekly theatre class, with Van.
As for a social update, I have a huge loss of connection with my best friend nowadays. Melissa and I for some reason cant talk to each other without getting frustrated with the conversation, or me missing who she used to be. I think this year , somethings just not the same, and if this mysterious change effects our whole friendship, then so be it. I also got asked to Park Hill South's Homecoming this year by this girl named Taylor Jeanne. A previous love interest, I guess you could say. It made my day, she sent a picture of her to my phone. Actually, the most adorable photo in the world. How could I say no?


Random Question: What does it mean in Basketball to "Sag towards the ball" ? Just wondering, because cha cha wouldn't answer my question. Thanks cha cha we are no longer on speaking terms. But, I have a quiz on vocab in basketball ,so the coach says, and I have no idea what this means. (if it even is a REAL phrase.) I'm horrible at basketball. --Funny story? I was in class yesterday, and while the kids were playing basketball, I was in the corner of the gym trying to balance the ball on my nose. Way to be productive, colton.

---And I'm sorry this thing was a novel. I just had alot to say.