Waiting For A Rainbow – 1st November 2014

“Keep on believing, be positive and keep on dreaming. You need to create your own destiny were everyone can see for who you truly are”.

Georgiana’s friends, September 2014

Saturday 1st November

My timetable for Autumn term will finish on the seventh. From the tenth, I will only come in for the Christmas show rehearsals and shows; my timetable will look like this:

Wednesday 12/11

Thursday 13/11

Friday 14/11

Saturday 15/11














My first term at Drama school so far has been hectic. I’ve been studying a lot, which makes me very tired.

We’ve been working on Inclusion and Exclusion in the world. We also have had dancing, and vocal sessions, and module examinations on Health and Safety and Children’s Protection. We’ve also been working on stereotypes; this term we focused on Fattism, mental health, racism and sexism.

In one stereotype session, the class were the teachers’ performances of stereotypes.

My group focused on appearance. We performed a small scenario of an auction bid; the bid was on blind dates with girls placing their bids on two boys. Then, we did a physical theatre dance on jealously and what people have that others don’t, i.e., boots, jackets, and long hair and bullying. However, what integrated me was a new kind of stereotype, which I never knew it existed – toy stereotypes. After one group performed a physical theatre piece on toy stereotypes, the class discussed on toys.

One girl told a story about how she was jealous of Barbie when the girl watched a film of her, living in a mansion house, having blonde hair, blue eyes and to have a handsome boyfriend and then get married to him like Ken. She said that she wanted to have a life like Barbie. To not have those things make feel left out and bad about herself. What she had said was form of stereotype for girls to make them feel like outcasts. I used to have a lot and played with Barbie dolls and one Action Man doll when I was younger; now I feel bad about having them because of the story.

Lately, I’ve been working voluntary in a children’s theatre workshop. This term, I am working with children, aged five to seven years. It has been energetic but fun. We’ve been learning sign language, doing physical theatre on the story “The Three Little Pigs” and had special workshops on occasions like Halloween. The children had a good time.

Also, I managed to amaze myself. One day before we started our session, I noticed that there were pieces of blank paper and colouring felt tip pens. I started drawing pictures; I decided to draw a rainbow and to write this sentence:

“I am unique and I am special because I am a multi-coloured rainbow”.

When the children came in and started colouring, they were just relaxing and started colouring straight away. But, one of the children looked at my picture and started laughing.

“You are not special”, the child said.

However instead of telling him off, I just smiled. Drawing this picture made me realise that I wasn’t drawing and writing about me; it was for anyone who is trying to reveal their true colours. I always think we are all different because the world would be a boring place to live if we’re the same.

Then, the teachers’ from the workshop asked me to participate as a volunteer for a theatrical day with the Noah’s Ark Children’s Hospice.

This day was on the eleventh. I worked with children and their siblings. This was a great opportunity and this was a special day for the children. The workshop’s main theme was Peter Pan.

It was really fun; throughout the day, the children and volunteers were playing and suggesting ideas for the activities we did before presenting them in front of their parents and careers. We created a Peter Pan Amusement Park, Peter Pan squeals, and organising questions for the parents and careers to answer for a quiz.

We were having so fun and I didn’t want it to end.

In my free time, I made time to see my friends outside Drama school. I’ve also had time to spend with my family.

Last Sunday, A and I went to Woburn Abbey near Ampithill, Bedfordshire. It was a very cold, windy day, properly because the estate was on top of a hill. We looked around the house, the exhibitions in the stables and the gardens. We enjoyed looking around Woburn Abbey; A and I agreed it is beautiful and we would love to come back again soon.

Yesterday, I went to my first adult Halloween party with I and R. The party was organised by the Special Olympics organisation; they were holding the pub at a nearby pub in Hertfordshire.

At dinner, I started to get ready for the party; I got out my dress, my shoes, and my make-up before putting them on. I dressed up as a witch.

Later, Dad drove me to I’s house. I was dressed up as a devil; he had a red devil face mask, white T-Shirt, brown trousers and a skeleton hand bone necklace. He did look terrifying. I’s parents took us up to the pub and we were dropped off inside.

The pub was very small, it was overcrowded and full of strangers like bees in a hive.

Then, R came to greet I and me in his zombie penguin costume. R is into penguins and for the rest of the evening, I decided to nickname him “pingu”.

The three of us had a wonderful time; we had a few drinks and danced the night away. We had a special DJ company who played on classic tunes like “Abracadabra”, “Ghostbusters”, “Thriller”, “Lovestruck” and “Staying Alive”. At first, we were the only ones dancing; then, a few people came to join us. Then, an old friend of mine who I haven’t seen for ages performed a special rap – I never thought he had so much talent. The crowd went wild.

R then gave me a gift; one of his paintings.  His painting was a colourful masterpiece, painted on an original canvas; it had a 3D picture of a hand making the ‘victory’ sign. R then decorated it with fire flames and diamond shapes in the background, around the hand and finger nails. It was the most specular piece that I have even seen. R said it took him six weeks to finish it but it was worth the wait. I absolutely adore it and will treasure it forever and ever.

I and I left the party when Dad and Mum came to pick us up later in the evening. We said our goodbyes to R and took I back to his house.

When I got home, I had developed a massive migraine from standing near the DJ speakers. I took some medicine and went straight to sleep. I never had so much fun on the spookiest night of the year.

Lately, I’ve decided that I wanted to take my dreams further. A few friends at Drama school have inspired me after giving me great advice. They said that I should think positive thoughts, follow my dreams and create my destiny. So, I decided to write a Dream List. All I did was write down things I wish to do now and in the future. This is what I have wished for:

My Dream List

  1. To travel to America, India, Africa, Italy, Spain, Austria, Holland, Australia and New Zealand
  1. To participate in a film, television, theatre or radio program
  1. To have the honour of singing the UK National Anthem
  1. To have a chance of meeting the British Royal family
  1. To have a chance of being a date for a celebrity and raise money for charity
  1. To play Jane Porter from Tarzan – she is one of my favourite literal characters of all time
  1. To publish stories for children
  1. To be a better person
  1. To make and realise an album for charity and sing duets from my favourite singers
  1. To set up a small theatre company of my own
  1. To play a Disney character
  1. To send my old toys and clothes to the poor children in third world countries
  1. Sail on a Disney Cruise
  1. To find and love someone who is kind, caring and who will love for who I am
  1. Travel to the jungle
  1. Ride an elephant
  1. Swim with dolphins
  1. Help animals in a rescue centre
  1. Stay in a Tree House
  1. Try to do more photography
  1. Volunteer aboard
  1. Learn to Hula
  1. Dance in a different country
  1. Go to Walt Disney World Resort in Florida
  1. To receive a surprise from a mysterious visitor – a nice one though, not nasty
  1. To make life-long friends, after University
  1. To make life-long memories with those I admire and love

I’ve got to get ready because A is going to pick me up soon. She’s promised to take me to a fireworks display tonight. She hasn’t told me where it is, so this is a surprise. I’m looking forward to it but I hope it won’t be too cold; I’ve been sneezing all day. I think I’m getting that cold again. Oh well, it won’t stop me from having fun with my lovely cousin.

Author: Sez

My name is Sez. I am on the Autistic Spectrum; I was diagnosed when I was two years old. Being Autistic can be tricky; I easily jump into conclusions and miss important skills that are part of my social life. However, my "condition" hasn't stopped me from doing the things I love. I am currently studying Performing Arts at a Drama school in London. I'm a hard worker and a dreamer. Also, I love creative writing and writing lyrics. I'm a keen adventurer and would love to travel the world. I want to take this opportunity to thank you for reading my blog. I hope you enjoy actingmylife. :)

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