#25 Shine On You Crazy Diamond

I awakened this morning to realize two things: I should have done all of my home work yesterday and that I will not see my beloved, beloved friend from Charlotte's Web as I did before. No more show tunes, no long mildly inappropriate hugs, no dancing for no reason. At least for now. Ever since the first show of my freshman year, I have been a part of that crazy, wonderful, beautiful, magical place called Duchesne theater.

In the movie "Elf" there's this scene where Buddy is talking about the girl he met in the department store. He yells, "I'm in love, I'm in love and don't care who knows it!" And you know what? I'm in love with Duchesne Theater and I don't give a damn who knows it.

Duchesne theater is not just a show, or name, or stage. It's all of the wonderful people who have crossed this stage, all of the magical traditions, the show tunes, the dancing, the love that resonates in the air and in all of us as we do our super secret tradition right before a show. Even That-Thing-That-Didn't-Happen.

If Duchesne Theater was a rock, it would be in the shape of a majestic soaring eagle and then covered head to talon in rainbow glitter.

If Duchesne Theater was a bed, it would a giant bean bag chair, one that got bigger every time someone else wanted to sit on it.

If Duchesne Theater was an emotion, it would be the kind of love that warms your heart on cold nights and overflows from your eyes.

In the end, I still find that I love Duchesne Theater more than I can say. Instead of an actor they should have sent a poet.

All I must say to you, Duchesne Theater is this: Shine on you crazy diamond.