Ok! I'm so pissed off that it took me this long to get on to this thing and that I'm writing this on my iPod. Classic technology!

Anyway. I don't really know what I'm suppose to say or talk about, so I guess I'll just say whatever comes to mind. I think that we have such an amazing class. Our ability to talk about sensitive subjects without things getting ugly is extremely comforting. Maybe even beyond comforting, I can't think of the right word for it. Though I'm not a sensitive person, I feel chills just thinking about the things we talk about and the play itself. I've always been amazed at the thought of a person, or people, taking someone's life away from not only them, but their family. I could never in a million years take a life! I even freak out if I think mom is gonna hit a cat or something. So the fact that this happened to someone just because of his sexual orientation makes me feel....I'm not sure how. I never thought I would have to face my opinions head on like this by doing the play, because I do have religious mixed with my own "well what the hell ever" views, but let's get real: we were all going to have to...if not talk...think about alll this heavy stuff at one point.