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Personal Narrative: Not Your Average Theatre Kid
Not Your Average Theatre Kid
I am a shy person. Teachers seem to love me since I stay quiet in class and I do my work. I hear drama left and right about this student and that student. I am a quiet person. Except when I am on stage.

I am a different person when I am on stage. I am loud and I am proud. I am able to leave the shy girl. I might not be the best actor, and I might not be someone who gets the lead roles and speaking parts. I found my confidence in theatre. I found happiness through theatre, and I don’t regret signing up for the class.

I remember in sophomore year when I took my first theatre class. I was quiet and a little scared of my classmates. They were willing to scream across the room and I found myself with a closed throat
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