
Now don’t get me wrong, I do love Endicott. Amazing people, gorgeous campus, great surrounding areas. But while I was walking back from class the other day I was listening to Jack’s Mannequin, and one of the lyrics changed the whole rest of my whole day.
Holiday From Real
“She thinks I’m much to thin,
She asks me if I’m sick.
What’s a girl to do with friends like this?
She lets me drive her car so I can score an eighth,
from the lesbians out west in Venice.
Oh, California in the summer.
Ah, and my hair is growing long.
Fuck yeah, we can live like this.”
I’ve heard this song many times and I’ve known the lyrics for a while now, so hearing this song was nothing new. I wasn’t even really listening to the lyrics, but I believe subconsciously my mind processed the words “Venice” and “California.”
Suddenly an urge kicked in. All I wanted at that moment, and for the next few hours, was to be in California either walking down or skateboarding down Venice Beach. Maybe even getting an ice cream there would be nice.
This sudden desire soon lead me into a mood I’ve never really been in. I started to think that I wanted to be out in LA starting my life. I no longer wanted to be here at Endicott. I wanted to be out in LA, or NYC, or anywhere, starting my future.
This last semester at Endicott really has gotten to me. I thought that having two production classes would be awesome. I’ve made so many movies on my own time, and I love it. So to have two classes where I could make movies I thought it would be awesome. Unfortunately the classes turned out to be the exact opposite of what I thought.
I hate doing lighting, I hate editing, I hate setting up shots, I hate recording sound separately, I hate having to do certain shots certain ways. To sum it up: I hate most of the things I’ve been doing this semester.
Now I’m not going to lie, I love my professor for these classes. Derek Frank is the man, and he knows how to teach. But to be honest I hate all of this production stuff.
Last semester after taking Writing for the Screen with Frank I realized that was what I wanted to do with my life; write screenplays. I’ve started writing screenplays already and reading books on how to write screenplays, and I’ve been looking at contests online. It is what I want to do.
I also have come to realize that I want to be a stand-up comedian. I’ve been writing jokes now for a few months, but just recently I’ve become pretty serious about it. I’ve written about 8 pages of jokes, and then I also have a 5 minute lay out of jokes for when I do an open mic night.
So the feeling I had was that I wanted to be out in LA or NYC writing and doing open mic nights, not wasting my time here. I wanted to leave Endicott and never come back. I wanted to leave and start my life.
I called my parents and talked to my mom for about an hour and told her to convince me to come back next fall. I told her I needed more than “you need a college degree,” and “it’s just two more years,” to return in the fall.
If I could go back in time I would’ve worked harder in high school and I would have worked harder and tried to get into Emerson or NYU. I wish I could be getting a degree in Screenplay Writing. But unfortunately that’s not the way it is. I am getting a degree in Digital Film Making. And that degree doesn’t focus that much on screenplay writing that much, it focuses on everything for film production.
So I decided I’ll stay here and finish up my time here at Endicott. The good thing about Digital Film Making is that while we do our homework and go to classes we can be writing in our free time and doing stand-up, and doing all of these things to get a name for ourselves. Instead of leaving now and struggling out there in the real world I can keep getting an education and hope to make a name for myself before I graduate. Also, I know if I left now at age 30 I would be looking back regretting that I didn’t get a degree.
I’ll be abroad for a semester next Spring and hopefully far away for an internship the fall of my senior year. And already the feelings I have had changed a little. I knew they would. From the start of this all I knew I would be coming back next fall.
In the meantime, before I walk with my cap and gown to get my diploma I will keep working now trying to get a name for myself.