Over this past weekend, I have been running wild. There has been so many things happening around here. One including a play called "Street Car Named Desire". When I first walked in to the theater, the set alone had me ready for the show. I felt like I was looking into a broadway play. The show began and honestly the accents were a little off. To make things better, certain people around me had no hesitation to complain. It wasn't looking so good as far as me and this play was concerned. Until about 15 minutes in when I realized I have read this play before. Most people laughed when I admitted this, but I didn't even realize I read street car in high school. When I realized this it made my view on the play change completely. Now during the play I got to compare it to what I thought it would look like. The actors in this play were passionate no matter where they were in experience. Some of the actors where actually knew to performances and did a great job. But the play wasn't what got me the most. What got me was the thought of my old teacher. She taught me a lot about pushing myself and doing better. I ended up writing music and poems the whole time, it got to the point where I couldn't stop. I felt over whelmed. I felt as if I was actually getting something done. I felt re assured that working for what I want will be well worth it.