Tag: Life

  • My Life is Coffee Now

    My Life is Coffee Now

    In my last year of college, I was in a creative writing class. It was definitely one of my favorite classes. (Actually, it might be my favorite.)Ā 

    Anyway, the first unit of this class was *shudders in fear* poetry. I am not a poet. But one of the poems that I wrote for this class (which I will not be sharing here because it was quite bad) was called ā€œ70% Coffee.ā€ It was about how I felt that everyone who drinks coffee talks about it like it’s some miracle liquid, and they drink it so quickly that they might as well have it injected into their veins. So they would be 70% coffee instead of 70% water.Ā 

    Well. 

    Two years later and I am on my way to being 70% coffee. It’s been two (??) weeks since I got my espresso machine, and I don’t think a day has gone by where I haven’t had an iced latte. I used to almost die if I drank coffee, and now I might almost die if I don’t.Ā 

    My, how the tables have turned. 

    My life revolves around coffee these days. A few people at my Starbucks location quit, so I’ve been working a lot. I practically live at the kiosk. Last week I worked eight days in a row.Ā 

    I was getting flashbacks to my Disney days. 

    On my (rare) days off, I’ve been experimenting with my espresso machine. I can consistently pull good shots on it now (hooray) but I’m still using pre-ground beans (not hooray).

    Still, I’m having fun trying new recipes and flavors. I got a lavender flavored syrup from the store that was actually disgusting, so now it’s just sitting on the counter. But I’ve got some good caramel and vanilla syrups. My favorite thing to make is an iced salted caramel latte with salted caramel cold foam: 

    My drinks are getting unhealthier and unhealthier as I go 

    I’ve also made an iced brown sugar shaken espresso: 

    I didn’t put cinnamon in it though because the cinnamon I found in our cabinet expired in 2023 šŸ’€

    a somewhat-okay cappuccino: 

    I’ve made another one since this that looks a lot better–unfortunately I did not take a picture

    and did I mention lots and lots of cold foam: 

    Delicious

    On top of this, I have also been making a lot of blonde caramel lattes for my mom. She likes hot lattes, so this gives me a chance to practice my latte art (right now they just look like vaguely circular blobs). One time I tried to make a heart, and instead I think I invented a new geometric shape. My mom did say it kind of looked like a planet with a ring around it. 

    So there’s that. 

    Maybe I’ve invented a new kind of Rorschach test: ā€œWhat do you see in the milk blobs?ā€Ā 

    From an episode of Make Some Noise that features Rorschach tests (one of the best episodes)

    Yesterday, I made a hot chocolate for Joanna. Which doesn’t involve espresso, but I did get to practice milk steaming.

    And she liked it! There’s really not that many ways to mess up hot chocolate, thankfully. 

    I think my favorite thing about coffee is that it’s creative, but it’s also scientific. I like experimenting with different flavor combinations and milk-to-coffee ratios, but also if I don’t tamp the 18 grams of grounds exactly right my espresso machine will betray me. (I’ve tasted a lot of under-extracted espresso lately). 

    This morning, I created a ā€œchocolate covered strawberryā€ latte. I am sure that this is not original, but it turned out super pretty: 

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    Overall, I love being a barista. I know I still have a lot to learn, but it’s a very fun kind of learning so I am not burnt out (yet–we’ll see how I’m doing after another straight week of closing shifts). 

    Actually, I do have a deadline for my learning now. My family on my mom’s side is getting together for Thanksgiving this year in Missouri (none of us live in Missouri–well, except Rachel–it just happens to be a great midpoint between Colorado and Alabama), and it has been requested that I bring my espresso machine. So hopefully I can stop under-extracting my shots by November. And maybe I’ll also be able to make some decipherable hearts on lattes.

    A girl can dream. 

    Otherwise, there’s not much else on the update front. In a couple of weeks, some of my family is going to California for a few days. There’s some kind of court reporter/legal videographer conference that my dad is attending, so we get to come along. The downside is that we are flying, so I will not be bringing my espresso machine. Will I survive five days without coffee? I guess we’ll find out.Ā 

    Also, I took a dialect quiz yesterday and got California, so I’m sure I’ll fit right in. 

    Here is the link to the test, in case anyone is interested: mydialect.us

    My other non-coffee update this week is that I made a comment on one of Dropout’s Instagram posts, and it now has over 300 likes. So I’m famous now šŸ˜Ž

    When will Dropout go back to small dumpling prices???

    Anyway, I really haven’t had much time to write this week, so I’m not surprised that this post has turned into just a lot of stuff about coffee. (Seriously, I live at that kiosk now.)

    Maybe next week I’ll have something more to write about. I just saw the trailer for the new Harry Potter series, and I’m developing Thoughtsā„¢ about that as we speak. If there’s one constant in the universe, it’s that I will have opinions about TV shows.

    See you next week! 

    Junior says “like and subscribe…or else” 🐈
  • What I Learned on the Disney College Program

    What I Learned on the Disney College Program

    This post has been floating around in my head for literal months. 

    I’ve been wanting to find a way to summarize the 10 months that I spent in Florida for a while now, but I’ve quickly realized that there is no easy way to do that.

    Originally, I was going to make a blog post called ā€œMy Complete Experience on the Disney College Program.ā€ The problem is, that’s a lot to cover, and it’s so vague that I didn’t even know where to begin. 

    So, as I’ve been thinking back on my time at Disney, I’ve found that what stands out to me is not the details of my program–my role, my room assignment, my day to day life, etc. 

    Instead, it’s the things I learned, and the ways that I grew. And so, instead of this being a typical: ā€œHere’s everything I did on my program and why you should do the program tooā€ post (I’m getting tired of seeing those on Instagram), this is going to be a post about what I learned about myself, about Disney, and about the world on my Disney College Program. 

    But first, I am going to just give some basic information, just so that we’re all on the same page. 

    My Role: Merchandise 

    My Location: Disney Springs Marketplace Village

    • Goofy’s Candy Co. (Candy store)
    • Disney’s Days of Christmas (Christmas ornament store)
    • The Art of Disney (Art Store)
    • Disney’s Wonderful World of Memories (Embroidery store)

    My second location: EPCOT Festivals (Festival of the Arts) ← best part of my program

    If I had known I was going to post this picture I might have actually smiled lol

    Ok, now we’re jumping in. 

    What I Learned About Myself 

    1. I’m capable of more than I think I am 

    I tend to minimize my strengths–sometimes when I’m talking to others, but most of the time when I’m just thinking to myself. I tend to ignore or not pay attention to good opportunities because I’ve convinced myself that I would obviously fail at whatever it is. 

    Well, one thing about the DCP is that you really don’t get much choice about…anything. You don’t choose your role, you don’t choose your room type, and you don’t choose your roommates.

    You pay $400 in fees and you go in blind. (Literally. Like, you meet your roommates when you walk in the door on the first day. Are they 20 years old? 30? 40? Did they bring a cat? Do they keep the thermostat at 80 degrees?)

    So, instead of having time to think about the things that I would be good at and apply to specific roles or opportunities, I just had to hope that I was cut out for whatever circumstances I found myself in. 

    During my time on my program, I learned that I can: 

    • move across the country (with some help from my parents) 
    • make my own food (mostly stuff with rice)
    • budget (Did I make a budget? Yes. Did I follow it…)
    • and apparently get all the childhood illness I never had (Hand, Foot, and Mouth; Strep Throat; Ear infection…)

    Mostly, I learned that I can make decisions. I can decide how I want to spend my time, spend my money, and spend my energy without getting someone else’s approval.

    I learned that I have good ideas that are different from other people’s ideas. I learned that I can trust my judgement in situations where everyone else seems to have a different opinion than me.

    1. I thrive on chaos

    I had a lot of chaotic days as a cast member. My schedule changed every week, and I worked a variety of shifts at a variety of stores. Every day was different, and I could never really predict what was going to happen.

    And…I kind of loved it?

    I’ve always thought I was a creature of habit. I make routines, schedules, lists, and plans. I think about every possible outcome in every situation that I’m in.

    But I realized I enjoy something about the unknown. I also enjoy solving problems and having lots of tasks.

    There’s not enough time to get all the tasks done?

    We’ll see about that. 

    My favorite positions in the stores that I worked at were the ones that were the most chaotic, like the personalization register at the Christmas store. At Goofy’s, my favorite days were the ones where there was a line stretching across the whole store. I always hated when I was just standing at a register with nothing to do.

    Chaos is fun like how a workout feels good: only afterwards. During the chaos, I’d often be a little bit overwhelmed, but after it was over, I’d always think, ā€œThat was kind of fun!ā€ 

    1. I enjoy solo activities

    I think I’ve always known this about myself, but my time at Disney really confirmed it. Some of my favorite days on my program were my solo park days, where I could just wander through the World Showcase, stroll down Main Street, or get lost in Galaxy’s Edge. 

    One of my absolute favorite days was a day at EPCOT.

    The previous day, I was working a FOTA shift, and I saw, like, six people wander past my art tent with baguettes from France, and I thought ā€œI want to walk around the World Showcase with a baguette!ā€ 

    So, the next morning, I went to EPCOT, got a baguette from the France Pavilion, and walked around the World Showcase while looking at art. 

    I forgot I literally took a picture of the baguette.

    Bliss. 

    1. I hate the monorail

    Just speaking my truth. I think I would stay on property just to avoid having to go through the (*shudders*) TTC…

    If I never see the monorail again, it’ll be too soon. 

    I did enjoy trying to collect all the monorail colors though

    What I learned about Disney 

    1. Storytelling is taken very seriously 

    This one is pretty obvious, but I never realized the full extent of it until I was literally working at and visiting the parks almost every day. Every single detail has a purpose, and every design is intentional.

    In one of the storytelling class sessions I attended, we heard from an Imagineer whose job was to basically design, build, and gather props for different lands and attractions at WDW. Hearing the thought behind every object that is placed in the parks really gave me a new appreciation for Disney’s commitment to storytelling. 

    1. The company is its people 

    Disney is a company of creatives. If you try to blend in and ā€œfit inā€ with the company, you won’t contribute anything to it. As much as Disney has their own policies and procedures, nothing would be possible without the ideas of innovative people who challenge the system.

    All of Disney’s best movies are the ones that reject the status quo of the previous ones (Anna not marrying a man she just met; Rapunzel realizing she never needed Eugene to rescue her; Tiana working to achieve her dreams instead of just waiting around for them to come true). 

    Similarly, through listening to different people talk about their careers at Disney, I realized that these were all people who weren’t afraid to make their voices heard and shake things up. They got to where they are today because they took risks and spoke up, even if it wasn’t technically ā€œthe way things were done.ā€ 

    These are the people who have made Disney what it is today.

    1. You can’t buy the ā€œDisney Magicā€ 

    The ā€œDisney Magicā€ doesn’t come from low wait times. It doesn’t come from aesthetic food, magic bands, deluxe resorts, lightning lanes, personalized ears, birthday buttons, or (gasp) a $50 bubble wand. 

    It doesn’t come from the perfect itinerary, a VIP tour, a limited edition pin, or a passholder discount. 

    The ā€œDisney Magicā€ isn’t a thing you can buy; it’s a choice you can make. 

    When my family took a trip to Disney World when I was nine years old, I’m sure that there were things that went wrong. I’m sure that rides went down, I’m sure we missed a chance to meet a character, and I’m sure we had to wait in a bunch of lines. But I don’t remember any of that. 

    I also don’t remember much about the resort we stayed at or which rides we had Fast Passes (RIP) for. And I don’t think I even have any of the souvenirs I bought anymore. 

    The magic, for me, wasn’t anything that we bought, it was my belief that I was in a fantasy world. And, when I was older, the magic came from my choice to have fun, to buy into the world, to ignore small problems that I would forget about tomorrow. 

    Experiencing the magic at Disney World is a choice you can make. Believe it or not, you can still have a good day at Disney, even when Cosmic Rewind is down for six hours. 

    1. The location of Walt’s frozen head

    I would tell you, but then I’d have to make you prick your finger on a spinning wheel. 

    What I learned about the world

    1. Every individual is unique, but we all have similarities that connect us 

    Every DCP participant is on a different path in life. There are some who do the program while they are in college, some who do it shortly after they graduate (me!), and there are some who do it later in life.

    During my DCP, I had 8 roommates (and like a million coworkers). Some were from Florida, and some were from the other side of the world. All of them were people I never would have met if I hadn’t decided to do the DCP. 

    We were all unique human beings, but we had at least one thing in common: a connection to Disney–whether that was the movies, the parks, the Disney Channel shows, etc. 

    Even if we spoke different languages, we loved the same stories.

    1. There is no ā€œright pathā€ 

    Everyone is just figuring it out as they go, and taking the opportunities as they come. 

    During my program, I had many opportunities to listen to different people speak about their careers at Disney. One thing that stood out to me was that most of them found their way to the position they were in by accident. They were pursuing one thing, and then found themselves doing something completely different in the end. 

    Of course, having career goals is good, and sometimes things will go as planned. 

    But a lot of times, the opportunities that we take are the ones that we would have never even considered in the first place. 

    It’s kind of exciting not having a map to follow. 

    1. Everyone has a different version of success 

    One of my coordinators at my location said something to me once, along the lines of: ā€œIf you want to have a successful career at Disney, you should never stay in the same position/location for more than 5 years.ā€ 

    It is super common for people in the company (and especially for cast members) to switch roles and move around a lot. 

    At the same time, I also had many coworkers who had been in the same role for 20 years. 

    So, who’s more successful? The coordinator who has moved locations 12 times and networked themselves into a leadership role? Or the cast member who has stayed in their role their entire career–who cares about their location and knows it inside and out? 

    To me, the answer is both. Everyone has different goals, and not everyone’s goal is to advance up the career ladder. At the same time, there is a lot of fulfillment that can come from a career-focused life. It just depends on what you’re looking for at the time. 

    1. People really don’t like to wait in line 

    Like, at all. 

    Conclusion 

    Overall, the main thing I learned on my program is that opening yourself up to new experiences and new opportunities is one of the best things you can do. There’s always time to settle down, to get a ā€œrealā€ job, to (gag) nEtwOrk. 

    But my favorite experiences in my 22 (almost 23–yikes) years have been the surprise ones: travelling to Spain, moving to Disney World, starting a blog… 

    The other most important thing I learned is this:

    The cheeseburger spring rolls are over-hyped.

  • Life Update!

    Life Update!

    Well, it’s official–I’m no longer an employee of The Walt Disney Company. 

    Hey, who put that there? 

    It’s actually been official for a while now. My program ended at the beginning of June, and then I guess I decided I needed a break from blogging. 

    But I’m back!

    I have so much to say about my program–so much, in fact, that I have a whole post planned about my full experience on the Disney College Program. I’ll be exposing everything. 

    Just kidding. 

    In reality, I just have so much to say about my time at Disney (all good things, all good things) that it’s going to have to get its own post. So, look forward to that–if I ever have enough motivation to write it. 

    So today, I’ve decided to just do a little life update. Since starting this blog, I’ve realized that I enjoy writing my life updates much better than putting together Instagram photodumps. This may have something to do with the fact that I never take pictures…

    I guess we’ll start with May/June: the end of my program. 

    During the last week of May, my family came down to help me move out of my apartment.

    That’s right: I’m no longer a resident of Flamingo Crossings Village.

    Now that one’s there on purpose

    When I met up with the rest of my family, one of the first things I realized was that despite being the oldest sister, I am now the 4th tallest (out of five). 

    I guess age order and height order aren’t the same thing anymore…

    During my time as a cast member, I earned a bunch of complimentary Disney tickets, so my family stayed an extra week in Orlando and we got to have a 10-day family vacation. We did four days at Disney and five days at Universal. (I didn’t have tickets to Universal; we just like long vacations.)

    We also had one “rest” day in the middle, except that while my family was resting, I was working my last shift.Ā 

    Anyway, we had a lovely vacation. We started with Disney and did one day in each park. Then, for our Universal days, we did two days at Epic, two days at Islands of Adventure, and one day at Universal Studios.

    You could say it was the Most Magical and Universally Epic trip on Earth. (I think I got all the parks in there…)

    We got lots of pictures, too. I will put some below. 

    “But wait,” you say, “I thought you said you never take pictures!”

    And to that I respond: Yes, you are correct. These are all either taken by Photopass or my momšŸ˜‚

    These may not be the best pictures from our trip; we have just shy of 500 pictures in our Google Photos album, and I am not about to go sorting through all that. So these are just some fun ones I found. And they are also in random order.

    Anyway, after four Disney days, one last shift at Goofy’s, and then five Universal days…we missed our morning flight back to Colorado.

    If there’s one place the “Disney Magic” doesn’t exist it’s the Orlando International Airport.

    Luckily, we were able to get on another flight later in the day. But it was touch-and-go for a while there.

    So, after like three flights (we had two transfers) we arrived in Colorado Springs. As soon as we walked off the plane, I immediately realized I couldn’t breathe. 

    6,000 feet is a lot after you’ve gotten used to living at sea level. 

    Anyway, after a couple weeks of rest, I started a new job: 

    I’m in my barista era āœØā˜•

    For the past two months, I’ve been working as a Starbucks barista, and I love it. Which is surprising, because I used to be pretty coffee-averse. Those who know me know I couldn’t handle any amount of caffeine. 

    But, over the last few weeks, I’ve built up my tolerance, and now I drink coffee all the time, lol. Making drinks is so much fun, and I get a lot of fulfillment from it, too. I love connecting with the customers and getting to know all the regulars!

    A few days ago, someone came into the shop and said, ā€œOh, I’m glad you’re here; you make good drinks!ā€ 

    There have been some crazy days (*cough cough* unicorn frap *cough cough*) but it’s all been mostly fun. And I will say it is also really nice to work at a job where I can pull out my phone for one second and not worry about getting fired lol.

    And where I can take a sick day and not get a “point.”

    And where I can use the same bathrooms as the customers.

    (Also–It took me like three weeks before I started saying ā€œcustomersā€ instead of ā€œguestsā€ lol.) 

    One other fun thing that has come from this job is that I bought my own espresso machine!

    Isn’t she lovely

    I spent many hours in the “figuring stuff out” phase, which may or may not have included a can of coffee grounds exploding on the counter. Anyway, I’m still not perfect at it, but I did successfully make one iced salted caramel latte!

    I know for sure there’s other things that I could give updates about, but if I wrote it all now I would have nothing to write about for the next few weeks! And I really want to start blogging regularly again lol.

    But I can’t leave off without first showing the best part of the summer: being reunited with my cats. 

    If there’s one thing I do take pictures of, it’s the cats. 

    Ok, now I can finish this post.

    I’m looking forward to a lot of things: the beginning of fall (and the fall Starbucks menu!), the holiday season, getting to celebrate my birthday at home for the first time in like four years…

    And hopefully continuing to blog through it all! 

    If you’ve read this far, thank you! I really do appreciate my blog readers 😊 I hope to get back to my regular schedule of Blog Sundays, so stay tuned! And subscribe, if the ramblings of a 22-year-old English-major-turned-barista sounds like something you’d enjoy. 

    See you next week!

    P.S. One more update:

    My family and I all got subscriptions to the New York Times Games app.

    My favorite game is the Spelling Bee.

    It definitely doesn’t ragebait me at all. 

  • Last Week on the DCP…

    Last Week on the DCP…

    This is probably going to be the last post for at least the next two weeks. We’re officially at the last week of my program, and my family is coming to do a couple of days at Disney and Universal before they take me back home with them, haha. Between all of the packing, last days at work, and 12-hour Disney and Universal days, something tells me I’m not going to have that much time to write. Even this post is probably going to be shorter than normal.

    The title of this post is ā€œLast Week on the DCPā€¦ā€ and it’s kind of a double meaning. 

    The first is that it’s obviously my last week on the DCP. But it’s also like those voiceovers at the beginning of two-part TV show episodes where they say, ā€œLast week on Abbott Elementaryā€¦ā€ and then recap the previous episode so you’re updated for part two. 

    So, this blog post will be talking about my last normal week on the DCP…which was also last week. 

    So, here we go. 

    Last week, on the DCP…

    MONDAY

    I probably should have just started with Tuesday. Not much happened on Monday, besides the fact that I worked at the Christmas store and this time I did NOT lose my name tag after my shift (the last time I worked a Christmas shift was two weeks ago when I lost my name tag). Which is good because it would have been embarrassing to lose the backup one they gave me. 

    Also, today on the way to work, the bus got in the right turn lane and then made a left turn instead. At some point you just have to admire the audacity. 

    TUESDAY

    Tuesday will forever be known as the day that I took a picture with Mickey while dressed as Goofy, while also wearing a name tag that says ā€œChris.ā€ 

    And I did it on the clock. (Because, believe it or not, this is not how I dress on my days off.) 

    I made the mistake of sending this picture to my family group chat, and now it’s up on my mom’s Facebook page. As she pointed out, I’m as tall as Mickey Mouse now. 

    Oh, also I got some cool shades: 

    WEDNESDAY 

    This was the day that I spent mostly on the phone, trying to get my family’s Disney tickets. One thing about me is that no matter how much I try to plan ahead and get things done early, somehow it always ends up becoming a time crunch situation, and everything gets done at the last minute.Ā 

    In this case, I had been working a lot of hours in order to get the last set of tickets for the fam and had all the hours I needed by May 9th (like two weeks ago). But apparently whatever system counts the hours messed up and was showing that I had about 80 hours less than what was needed.Ā 

    So, after one long phone call where I was redirected to about three different departments, with the last one saying they would have to email a 4th completely different department, I ended up getting an email with the tickets later that night. 

    Hallelujah. 

    THURSDAY

    Today, I got to go to one of the Special Engagements that Disney Programs offers. Every once in a while, Disney Programs brings a celebrity to come and talk to us CPs. Before this one, I’d been to two others: JoJo Siwa and John Stamos. 

    I don’t know if I could think of two more opposite people if I tried. 

    Anyway, this one was with Darren Criss, who is an actor, singer, songwriter, composer, etc. He was in Glee (which I’d never seen) and also many other shows and musicals and some Broadway shows. He was also in A Very Potter Musical, which is a deep cut, but it was the only thing that I knew him from, haha. I don’t even know if I’ve seen the whole thing, but I grew up seeing the clips online. 

    That’s another thing about me–as a middle school kid I didn’t have any social media, but I did have full access to YouTube. And used that access to watch almost exclusively Harry Potter videos. 

    Anyway, this session was actually really good and Criss had a lot of interesting things to say. He talked a little about growing up in California and then doing Broadway in NYC. Whenever people talk about growing up in California or New York or anywhere on the coasts, it really fascinates me because it’s so different from my experience growing up in rural Colorado.

    I only got one really bad photo from this one:

    Anyway, because of this session, I went home and started watching Glee. I’m a couple episodes in, and it’s definitely…dated. I’m not sure if I’m going to end up finishing the series but there is some great music! 

    FRIDAY

    Today I went to Gideon’s one last time. (For my non-Disney readers: Gideon’s is a bakeshop in Disney Springs.) Technically, I’ve only been there one other time, so I was really just there for the second time. I wasn’t originally planning on going either, but I was in Disney Springs because…my new name tag was ready! 

    I decided to grab lunch, go get Gideon’s, and then get my name tag. It was about 100 degrees outside, and the line for Gideon’s was pretty long, but I needed to build up my heat tolerance for the rope-drop-to-close days I have coming up anyway. 

    My family thinks they’re excited for the Florida heat. It’s been cold in Colorado lately, and it snowed pretty recently, actually. Basically, they’re switching from cold and rainy to hot and rainy. Not a great trade-off in my opinion. We’ll see if they survive.Ā 

    After I got lunch and waited 30 minutes for my cookie,

    Chocolate chips with a side of cookie

    I finally got my nametag: 

    War is over

    I timed it so that I would be picking up my name tag right before the bus arrived. Unfortunately, the bus was 30 minutes late, and I ended up standing outside in the insane heat for a lot longer than I had planned. For some reason, waiting outside in 95 degrees to get on the bus is less fun than waiting outside in 95 degrees to get on Tiana’s Bayou. 

    The bus did eventually come, and on the way back, it cut off a car in traffic. A few seconds later, the car sped past us and flipped the bus driver off. 

    This all happened after we were off Disney property, of course. That would never happen in the most magical place on earth… 

    SATURDAY

    And that brings us to today. I have spent most of the day packing up my stuff. This is my last day off before my family gets here! I’m super excited to show them around the parks again, even though we just had a Disney vacation last year lol. We’re also doing some days at Universal afterwards, which will be fun. 

    But first, I have to pack all of my stuff, most of which are things I have acquired since being on my program. For example:

    My pins. I managed to collect one complete series, and no, not one of the limited-edition ones. Just the regular open-edition princesses. Plus some other fun ones like scenes from Runaway Railway (my favorite ride), a skyliner pin from when I did my staycation at the Art of Animation resort (the pre-blog days), and a pin from my time as a FOTA cast member.

    Despite having acquired a lot of stuff, I did get most of my packing done, and I rewarded myself at the end with this new drink from starbucks: 

    It wasn’t that great, but it’s very photogenic. 

    Like I said at the beginning of this post, this will probably be the last post for the next two-ish weeks. However, I already have my next few posts planned, so here’s what you can look forward to: 

    1. A post about my complete experience on the Disney College Program–the highs, the lows, and the buffalos
    2. A post about my family’s disney/universal trip–because I’m sure interesting things will happen 
    3. A post about books, specifically about fiction–because I can only go so long without talking about writing 

    I’m sure you’re on the edge of your seat. 

    Well, that’s all for now. 

    See ya real soon! 

    So long, Disney Springs

    P.S. Just as I was finishing up editing this post, I get this little notification from WordPress:

    Thanks, WordPress. Really. It means a lot.

    And…yeah, it’s still not right.

  • It’s the Final Countdown

    It’s the Final Countdown

    It’s officially been one month since I’ve started (consistently) blogging. And now that I have more than three posts up, I’ve begun to notice a pattern, which is basically that I write about two things: minor life updates and various media opinions. 

    Well, the last two weeks have been about movies and TV, so I figured today I would give everyone a break from my Star Wars takes and instead make this a life update post. And, unlike last week, I do actually have updates now. 

    The main thing is that my Disney College Program is almost over. I’m planning on making a post about my complete experience on the program, so look forward to that. But for now, we’ll stick to recent events. 

    Now that I only have three weeks left on my program (it will be two by the time I post this), I’ve started to actually think about life post-program, which includes everything from trying to find a job to trying to fit [redacted] amount of merch in the one suitcase and one carry-on I brought with me in August. 

    These are both equally difficult and impossible struggles. And yet, I persevere. 

    In the midst of my program ending, I’m still trying to squeeze as many experiences into these last few weeks as I can. And experiences I have gotten indeed, both planned and unplanned. So, here’s a list of four things that have happened to me in the past week-ish. 

    1. I earned my Master’s Mouseter’s 🐭

    The Disney College Program is often described as a split between earning and learning. Basically, you are both working at Disney World (earning), but also have the opportunity to take a wide variety of classes (learning) that range from Disney Heritage to Improv. Through gaining a certain number of learning hours or taking certain classes/multi-week series, DCP participants are eligible for different ā€œcertificatesā€ such as a Mouseter’s, a Daisy Degree, a Ducktorate, Goofy Graduate, all the way up to Sorcerer’s List for over 200 learning hours.Ā 

    There are some people who do the DCP while also being a full-time college student. There are some who do the DCP and get over 200 learning hours from Disney. There are some that do both. I do not know how these people function. 

    I’ve taken a few Disney classes here and there (you may remember the Improv class), and they’ve all been great. As a storytelling company, Disney offered many classes that aligned with my interests, such as a class where we got to listen to a panel of show writers. I also signed up for a multi-week series called ā€œThe Magic of Storytelling,ā€ and this was how I got my Mouseter’s. 

    Basically, I just showed up for each class and that was the only requirement, haha. But it was a really interesting class. There were many guest speakers with super cool jobs that were fascinating to hear about, and it really expanded my knowledge of the creative careers that are out there. 

    This series wasn’t really academic; it was more of an exploration of how Disney uses different storytelling methods in all of their media and parks. Something that I realized when I started my in program was that while I was very familiar with Disney’s storytelling in their films/the Pixar formula, I was less familiar with the storytelling in the Disney parks. In this class we learned a lot about how imagineers and storytellers use theming and forced perspective to immerse guests in each ā€œland.ā€ It was also interesting to hear how they translated many lands and attractions for the international parks. 

    So anyway, now I’m trying to figure out how to include a ā€œMouseter’sā€ degree on my resume…more to come. 

    Now, this class isn’t the only learning I’ve gotten to experience recently…

    1. I got a backstage tour of Animal Kingdom’s Kilimanjaro Safaris
    The tour group; I’m in the back

    Continuing on with the learning theme, another fun opportunity that the college program offers is backstage tours of almost every attraction in the parks. Sign-ups for these tours drop randomly, and they can only take 20-ish people on each one (and there’s like 10,000 DCP participants) so they’re really hard to get into. I’ve been trying since I got here in August and had basically given up on ever getting to do one, but then one day I opened the app and Kilimanajaro Safaris was open! It’s one of my favorite attractions, so I signed up immediately. 

    Now, this whole day was very cool but also kind of a fever dream. First of all, the bus that took us to Animal Kingdom had a barely functioning AC. Now, this was not an ideal situation for a bus ride in Florida summer, but it was really early in the morning, and the sun wasn’t at full force yet. Eventually we made it to Animal Kingdom, a little sweaty but still mostly in high spirits. 

    The tour was scheduled to start at 8:30 in the morning, so it was early, but not too bad. Most of these tours start at like 5:30 in the morning. Which is, like, when I go to bed sometimes. 

    Anyway, we showed up at 8:30am and found out that somehow, someone had messed up the times, and the tour was actually supposed to start at 7:30am. Our guide didn’t seem too concerned about it though; he ended up just giving us a more truncated version of the experience. 

    It was still really cool! We got to learn a lot about the history of the Africa section of Animal Kingdom and found all of the hidden Mickeys, of course. After that, we got to go on the safari trucks and get a look at the backstage areas of the safari, including a giant field where all of the food for the animals is grown. It is bigger than the entirety of the Magic Kingdom. 

    And of course we got to see the animals as well. 

    Now, once the tour was over, we all headed back to the bus stop. And lo and behold, what bus was waiting for us but the same one we had taken in the morning. Except now, it was almost noon. The sun was fully out, and it was 90-something degrees. 

    As the bus pulled up, a bunch of sweaty cast members piled out. One guy said something along the lines of: ā€œI opened all the windows for you guys; it’s terrible in there.ā€ 

    Sure enough, we walked onto the bus, and there was no AC at all. 

    The bus ride home was hot. I don’t think I’ve ever been more uncomfortable in my life. If the windows hadn’t been opened, I don’t think we would have made it back. 

    But we did, and as soon as I got into my apartment I collapsed onto the couch and stayed horizontal for many hours, until I left for my shift later that evening. 

    That night, I didn’t get back to my apartment until after midnight, and ended up sleeping until 2pm the next day. 

    Good times. 

    1. I got a new identity 

    Which is just a clickbait-y way of saying I lost my name tag. And unfortunately, I was not wise enough to listen to the advice of the seasoned cast members who told me to get more than one name tag at the beginning of my program. In my defense, my one name tag survived to almost the end of my program!Ā 

    I had to go and get a loaner tag, and so now I have a new identity for the next week: 

    Nice to meet you everyone, I’m Chris from Orlando

    The funny thing about wearing a name tag that does not have your real name on it is that most of the time, you aren’t thinking about it at all, until a guest says, ā€œThanks Chris!ā€ after you check them out at the register.Ā 

    And then you get to have a whole identity crisis because now there are real people walking around in the real world thinking they just interacted with someone named Chris. And you don’t feel like a Chris but that person seemed to accept that your name was Chris, no questions asked. And so you go about the rest of your day, catching glimpses of yourself in windows and mirrors with ā€œChrisā€ pinned right above your heart…some people would lose their head if it wasn’t attached; I would apparently lose my identity if it wasn’t pinned to my shirt. 

    Anyway, my new name tag comes in a week–just in time for the end of my program–and thank goodness because any longer and I might have had to write a post about names and identity, and that just sounds like a lot of work and research.

    And it would’ve probably given me flashbacks to certain EU chapels…

    1. Everything AND the kitchen sink

    As my program comes to an end, I’ve been trying to check a bunch of ā€œbucket listā€ items off my list. It’s mostly different foods, and I finally got the orange milkshake I’ve been eyeing for the last few weeks: 

    Orange shake, hallelujah

    It’s the most orangest orange thing I’ve ever had (those who know me know I can’t describe flavors). And it is perfection. My favorite milkshake in the parks used to be the chocolate shake at Auntie Gravity’s in Magic Kingdom, but this is the new #1. 

    This shake was part of my last visit to EPCOT’s Flower and Garden festival, which was also on my bucket list. I think out of all the festivals, it ranks 3rd. Food and Wine is 2nd, and Festival of the Arts is officially my favorite. But I’m definitely not biased from working there or anything… 

    Anyway, Flower and Garden is also cool. They definitely have better food than FOTA, for what it’s worth. Besides the orange shake, I also tried a mango bubble tea and poke bowl that were both delicious. 

    And, in the midst of all the resort hopping, park days, (and mostly food sampling), I also conquered one more bucket list item: 

    Behold: the Kitchen Sink

    My roommates and I went to Beaches and Cream and got the famous ā€œKitchen Sink.ā€ Eight scoops of ice cream, every topping, and a whole can of whipped cream. 

    Just an FYI, when you do this, they turn on siren lights in the restaurant and then the cast members loudly announce that you have decided to try to eat the entire kitchen sink.Ā Ā 

    And I am pleased to report: we did, in fact, finish the whole thing šŸ’Ŗ

    Good soup šŸ˜‹

    Anyway, I hope you’ve enjoyed this little life update! I’ve had a lot of fun during these last weeks of my program, but it has also been very chaotic. Re: the procrastination, my time spent on this blog is starting to look like one of those vague graphs with a scary downward slope: 

    I would have made my own graph but I am drafting this at 3am

    Maybe one day I’ll have more free time, but for now, you’ll have to make do with the ramblings of a sleep-deprived Disney College Program cast member. Lucky you šŸ™‚ 

    P.S. One more last-minute non-update: I saw a bunch of people posting those Spotify ā€œparty of the yearsā€ things, so I decided to check it out. Big mistake. If anyone wants to know what the first song I ever streamed was–too bad. I’m going to the grave with that information.Ā 

    If you really want to know, the lowest offer I’ll accept is coincidentally the same number as the remainder of my student loans.

  • A Cascade of Chaos

    A Cascade of Chaos

    A couple weeks ago, I had one of the most crazy, chaotic, and calamitous shifts I’ve ever had so far on my Disney program. Like truly, it was one of those days that only happens when you think, ā€œHuh, my life’s been going pretty good,ā€ the day before. Ā 

    Literally, nothing good happened the entire shift. Which was bad for me in the moment, but is now good for present-me, because I have something to blog about! See that’s the thing about a bad day: 

    Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do about it except get through it. 

    …and then maybe blog about it later. 

    As I was thinking about it, though, I was like ā€œWell, I *could* write about it, but what would even be the takeaway, or the point?ā€ 

    Well, dear reader, I have no idea. So let’s find out together. 

    I will say this is a rather funny story to me now, and I believe it also has some entertainment value, so here we go. 

    It all starts with the fact that for this particular shift, I was working outside of my home location (so not my regular stores in Disney Springs). I was scheduled to work in Candy Cauldron, a candy store on the complete opposite side of Disney Springs. I had worked a few shifts there in previous weeks, so I pretty much knew what to expect. 

    Or, at least, I thought I did. 

    The first thing you should know about this day is that the shirt I was wearing was about 4 sizes too big. This is due to the fact that costuming never has my size…ever. Luckily, the costume also has an apron that kind of hides the shirt, but here are some pictures just so you can visualize this more: 

    As you can see, this is the flowiest shirt I’ve ever worn. However, I’m pretty used to crazy getups:

    I love twinning with Goofy every day

    Anyway, I’m in a giant shirt but otherwise in a pretty good mood. I was running a few minutes behind, but I managed to catch the bus on time, and that was all that mattered. People on the DCP love to complain about the buses (I can’t judge; there have been a few times where I’ve gone on a bus rant), but overall I have loved living in a walkable area with public transportation. As someone who hates driving, bus drivers are some of my favorite people in the world. However, sometimes the actual buses themselves can be a bit of an issue. And on this particular day, that turned out to be the case. 

    We had made it over halfway to Disney Springs. The bus that I take to work stops at a couple of resorts as part of the route, with Disney Springs being the last stop. We made it to the first resort with no problem, but then, as the bus was pulling out of the parking lot, we stopped at the stop sign to get back on the road…and then we stayed stopped. 

    And stayed stopped some more. 

    A couple minutes later…still not moving. 

    Then, the bus driver stood up and turned around to face us. 

    This is not a good sign, I thought. 

    I took out my earbuds and looked at her. 

    The bus driver explained that the bus was not accelerating like it was supposed to, and that it currently could not go more than 20 miles per hour. Because of this, she didn’t think we would be able to make it to Disney Springs safely, so she was calling a repair crew to come look at it, and in the meantime, we would have to wait for the next bus. 

    Well, I thought, this is inconvenient, but considering this is my first time being late for work ever, it’s not a big deal.

    And it can’t really get worse than this. ← remember those words 

    There was a big commotion as the people around me decided what they were going to do. This was a bus of about probably 30-ish people. A large group decided to get off the bus and walk to the guest buses at the resort that would take them to Disney Springs. One person booked an Uber and announced that there were 5 seats available to whoever would want to split the cost, $6 per person. And so she and a group of 5 left the bus. So that left me and about 7 other people on the bus. 

    I decided that I was not going to pay to go to work. My shift was supposed to start at 5pm, and the next bus was scheduled to arrive at Disney Springs *at* 5pm, so at most I would probably be 10-15 minutes late, which is not the worst thing in the world. (Now, if this situation had occurred while I was in high school/college trying to make it to Band class, or any Band event really…shivers. There’s a chorus of ā€œearly is on time; on time is late; late is unacceptableā€ echoing through my head at the moment.) 

    Anyway, about 30 minutes later, the next bus arrived, and we were back on track and on our way to Disney Springs. Everything was starting to look up, except for the clouds, which upon our arrival to the Disney Springs bus stop, decided to pour down on us. 

    And, as the heavens were opening up, so were the bus doors. Time to walk to work. 

    Luckily, I had my umbrella. 

    Unluckily, my umbrella did not have me. 

    The rain was attacking me from all sides, and my tiny umbrella could only do so much. So, when I got to work, my hair looked *fabulous*…but the rest of me was completely soaked. 

    There wasn’t really anything I could do about that (I’d never brought an extra pair of socks to work before, but guess what you can always find in my bag now?) so I clocked in to work, about 13 minutes late. 

    The first hour or so of standing behind a register with squishy socks wasn’t the best feeling in the world…but after a while either my socks started drying or I was just becoming numb to the dampness (a win is a win). 

    And, I knew that once I got my break, I would be able to just sit and unwind. I’d never looked forward to staring off into the distance more. The store was busy, my socks were wet, and my pants were so heavy from the weight of the water that they would have been falling down were it not for my belt. But my break was coming soon, and I was sure that was when things would start to look up. Because (say it with me): 

    It can’t get much worse than this. 

    About two hours into my shift, I got my break. (Hooray!) But when I looked at the assignment paper, it said my break was only 15 minutes. (Not Hooray!)

    Basically, because I clocked in late, my shift was less than 6 hours, which is the cutoff time for a 30-minute break. So, because I happened to be working 5 hours and 47 minutes that day, I got a 15-minute break. And, after the time it took me to ask about my break and then walk to the breakroom (a 4-minute walk each way), I was left with…5 minutes.

    And I forgot to pack my lunch. 

    Ok, not great, but at least I’ll have time to sit down for a second. It can’t get much worse than this. 

    So, basically what went down was I walked to the breakroom, drank some water, sat down, listened to one song on my playlist, drank some more water, and then headed back out again. To work the last 3 hours and 45 minutes of my shift. 

    It was at this point that I stopped thinking ā€œit can’t get much worse than this.ā€

    One: because I was pretty sure I was jinxing myself, and

    Two: because I was actually starting to imagine how much worse it could get. 

    Some more time went by, and now it was later in the evening. The crowds were starting to dwindle, which was good in some ways (I don’t really know how much more human interaction I had left in me) but bad in other ways (I was left just staring into the distance, contemplating…everything). 

    And as I was contemplating, I realized something. In the midst of all of my negative thoughts (this sucks, I’m wet, I’m tired, I want to go to bed, the DCP never mentioned *this* in their Instagram Reels), there was another, quieter voice in my head: 

    Just keep going. You’re almost done. This isn’t forever. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow is so soon. Tomorrow is literally in 15 minutes, actually. (Yes, it was almost midnight.)

    Once I started paying attention to that quieter voice, my other thoughts started to shift. And suddenly, nothing else that happened that night mattered. 

    Still had 30 minutes left in my shift?

    You’re almost there. Keep going. That’s only, like, 6 more Disney songs. 

    Bus a few minutes late picking us up? 

    That’s ok, the shift is over now. Relax. You’re almost home. Tomorrow will be better. 

    Getting home and taking off my shoes and realizing that yes, my socks were indeed still wet, and my hypothesis that I had just become numb to the dampness was correct? 

    Whatever, it’s okay, you can dry your shoes before your shift tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better. 

    Washing and drying my feet and then having, like a whole sheet of dead skin flake off because of standing in wet shoes for 6 hours? (TMI, I guess.)

    No worries, that was a bit gross but you’re still alive, and yeah…that was actually kind of satisfying. 

    And finally, finally, I made it to the end of the night, and to bed. 

    Before I continue, I would just like to state that my feet (and I) are perfectly fine now. In case anyone was wondering. 

    Now, when I started writing this I mentioned I had no idea what the takeaways were. Well, now that I’ve relived my trauma, I *can* actually think of a few: 

    1. In middle school/high school, I remember my teachers would always talk about the importance of having a ā€œgrowth mindset.ā€ Not sure if this was the exact scenario they were trying to prepare me for…but it ended up coming in handy. So…there you go. I guess I do have *some* practical real life skills. (Or at least one, anyway.)
    1. I also remember something my mom used to say all the time, which was that you can’t always control your circumstances, but you *can* control your attitude. I always hated when she said that. I even kind of cringed just now as I wrote it. But she was right. I guess. Thanks, mom. 
    1. Some days are bad. But tomorrow is so soon. (And depending on when you are reading this, tomorrow could even be 15 minutes from now!) 

    On the bus ride home that night, I collapsed onto the seat, put in my earbuds, and stared blankly out the window. I honestly don’t even remember anything between getting on the bus and then shedding my foot skin. (Imagery is my favorite literary device, can you tell?) 

    Here’s the last thought I remember having: 

    Today sucked. Sometimes that happens, I guess. 

    Tomorrow will be better. 

    And it was. ā˜€ļø

    A rainbow over the Saratoga Springs parking lot. Not from the same day, unfortunately. That would be too poetic.

  • From Knitting Sweaters to Burying Dead Bodies: My Experience with Improv 101

    From Knitting Sweaters to Burying Dead Bodies: My Experience with Improv 101

    On March 31st, I attended an improv class. 

    Yes, and now you get to hear about it!

    …in just a second. First, I would like to address my absence on this blog. I saw this tweet a couple of weeks ago that pretty much sums up my relationship with this blog at the moment: 

    Suffice it to say, I have enough ideas to write one blog post a week, but unfortunately not enough executive function. It’s like some backwards version of writer’s block. 

    Anyway, I’m back, at least for now, and today I will be talking about…drum roll please…improv and unscripted comedy!!! Hooray! (Please don’t click away, I promise* this will be fun and interesting!!)

    So, like I mentioned earlier, I attended an improv class last week. One of the cool things about the Disney College Program is that they offer a wide variety of classes and learning opportunities for all of the CPs to attend. (You know, because we have soooo much free time šŸ™ƒ) 

    Now, I haven’t taken any kind of acting/theater/improv classes since my sophomore year of high school, and there is a reason for that. 

    I am what you might call a ā€œTriple Non-Threatā€: 

    • I can’t act
    • I can’t dance
    • and I *definitely* cannot sing (just ask my shower) 

    So you might be wondering: what was I doing in an improv class in the first place? Great question. Well, it all starts with a bad case of strep throat, Instagram reels, and a poor financial decision. 

    Back in November of last year, I got strep throat. (Thank you, Anonymous Disney Guest.) During this time, I was kind of in-between TV shows, which was a problem because I was trapped in my apartment for a couple days and had no shows to watch! So…enter Instagram Reels. I spent a lot of time scrolling and ended up getting a lot of reels from these shows called ā€œGame Changerā€ and ā€œMake Some Noise.ā€

    You may have seen one or two of these clips. There are a few that have gone extremely viral (which is how I ended up on this side of Instagram in the first place). Anyway, turns out these shows are part of a company called ā€œDropoutā€ (formerly ā€œCollegeHumorā€). Now, I’m not going to waste too much time describing Dropout, but essentially it’s a comedy streaming service that mainly features unscripted comedy shows. And, after watching a million clips on Instagram, feeling generally terrible (re: strep throat), and some encouragement from my mom, I decided to get an annual subscription (the aforementioned poor financial decision). 

    Well, fast forward a few months, and I’m almost watching more improv than sitcoms (still watching Abbott Elementary every week, of course)! So, when I saw that one of the classes that the Disney College Program offered was a once-a-month Improv class, I thought: 

    YES, that sounds fun, AND I signed up. 

    So on March 31st, I walked into a class called ā€œImprov for Improvement,ā€ armed with all of my extensive Improv knowledge, including: 

    • memories of watching my high school’s improv troupe with my sister in the pre-COVID days
    • hours of various Dropout shows 
    • and also having seen some random improv shows that I found on Netflix (everyone should watch Middleditch and Schwartz

    …and no practical experience. At first, I thought I was just going to be thrust into a group of people and then just have to improvise a scene based on a prompt or something, so I was very prepared to just fail. And maybe die. 

    Luckily, this was not the case. 

    After everyone sat down, the first thing we did was listen to the instructor talk about the purpose of the class. This particular instructor is a Disney cast member who is also part of a local improv comedy group, and she teaches this improv class to different Disney teams to show how improv can be helpful in the professional world. After she introduced herself, we went over three basic principles of improv: 

    1. Yes, And 

    This one is basically in the title. You accept what the other improvisers give you, and also add to it. 

    1. Don’t Think

    I liked this one because of the sheer impossibility of it. Basically, there were two parts to this: don’t overthink your choices in the moment, AND don’t think about what you could have said that would have been better/funnier afterwards. (Which, how dare they–those are, like, my main shower thoughts!) 

    1. No One is the ā€œStarā€

    The purpose of improv is working as a group. If one person walks away as the ā€œstarā€ of an improv show, then it probably wasn’t a very good show! I’ll mention Dropout again–one of my favorite things about their shows is that all of the cast members work really hard to make each other laugh and have fun, instead of trying to make themselves the main focus. 

    After this brief intro to improv, we broke into groups of ~6 and basically played improv games for the rest of the class. Once I figured out this is what we would be doing, I started to relax. I also started to get flashbacks to playing ā€œZip Zap Zopā€ in my high school Theater 1 class. 

    The focus of this particular class session was ā€œTeamwork,ā€ so all the games we played relied on working together. 

    The first one we played was called ā€œYes, Let’s!ā€ Basically, you stand in a circle, and then one person jumps in the circle and suggests an activity and mimes doing that activity. Then, everyone else shouts ā€œYes, let’s!ā€ and does their own interpretations of that activity. 

    My suggestions in this game (ā€œLet’s knit a sweater!ā€ / ā€œLet’s paint a mural!ā€) were rather boring compared to some others… (ā€œLet’s bury a dead body!ā€)

    …but it was oddly affirming to suggest something to a group and have everyone enthusiastically agree (even if they were quite literally obligated to). 

    In the next game we played, we had to work together to create a physical representation of different spaces or concepts with our bodies. We did a couple rounds of this, creating shapes like Mickey Mouse, an airplane, and a living room. During this time I got to represent Mickey’s ear, an airplane wing, and the other half of a 2-piece end table set. All in the span of 10 minutes! 

    After that, we had an extra bonus round where we had to create the shape without speaking to each other. The prompt was ā€œDisney attractions,ā€ and when the instructor asked my group which ride we were supposed to be, we found out that half of us thought we were Tiana’s Bayou, and the other half thought we were Tower of Terror…whoops. 

    Hakuna Matata though, am I right? 

    The final game we played was kind of a classic icebreaker game, where we had to line ourselves up by birthday order without speaking. This went surprisingly well; we only had two people out of place in a room of probably 40?? Ish??

    Ok, so why am I telling you about this not-even-Improv-101 class? Well, because after the session was over, I started thinking (critical mistake) and realized that my whole life has kind of been improv recently, and that the instructor was right–having improvisational skills can really be helpful in all aspects of life. 

    Let’s go back through the three basic improv rules again.  (ā€œYes, let’s!ā€)

    1. Yes, And 

    Anyone who has ever worked in retail or any guest service role knows the phrase: ā€œthe customer is always right.ā€ This means more than just providing excellent customer service, it means that when a guest walks up to you, no matter what they say, you kinda have to just roll with it. 

    I won’t get into any examples this time…but maybe one day I’ll make a post about the time I had to guard a pile of vomit for 20 minutes. 

    The point is, ā€œYes, andā€ has more applications than just in an improv class. Even with something as simple as just having a conversation, I’ve discovered that being able to talk with random strangers about any subject is a very useful skill to have. 

    1. Don’t Think 

    As a chronic overthinker, this one is probably the hardest for me. I’m always thinking about the things I could have said that would have been ā€œbetterā€ or ā€œfunnier.ā€ 

    During the improv class, our instructor explained that there’s no need to think about it, because everyone else is so focused on what they’re saying, that truly they are going to forget whatever it was you said, whether it was good or bad. 

    I have found this to be mostly true; it’s been a week or two since that class and I really only remember a couple of things other people did, haha. 

    All this to say, the spotlight effect is real. Everyone’s not always looking at you, and you have the freedom to make your own choice, even if you’re not sure if it’s the ā€œrightā€ one. 

    I might be just preaching to myself here. 

    1. No One is the ā€œStarā€ 

    I like how this one applies to real life. If you’re always trying to be the best, or the star of the show, not only will that hurt your relationships, but also you will always fall short. There’s always going to be someone who is ā€œbetterā€/has more experience/etc. But it doesn’t matter because no one is the star! We all have unique experiences and perspectives that we can bring to the table. 

    I remember being in writing classes and being amazed when everyone got the same assignment, or prompt, but all wrote completely different pieces. None of them were the ā€œbest,ā€ because they were all so different they couldn’t really be compared against each other. Similarly, we as people are all so unique, there’s no point in playing the comparison game. 

    I guess my main point is: improv is cool and it has practical applications in real life and you should definitely watch as many unscripted comedy shows as you can.

    Please.

    I need someone to understand my references.

    After the class was over, our instructor showed us a slide of improv resources, which included Dropout! Which made me feel very vindicated. Maybe that subscription wasn’t such a bad financial decision after all…

    Anyway, am I ā€œgoodā€ at improv?

    No.

    Have I already signed up for the next improv class? 

    Yes, and hopefully it won’t be my last : )

    *the word ā€œpromiseā€ here was used in the…metaphorical sense. Yeah, that’s a thing.

  • On A.I.

    On A.I.

    When ChatGPT first released back in, like, 2023, I was so annoyed with people always wanting to talk about Generative A.I. and its consequences. Not because I didn’t care, but because I thought it was so obvious that A.I. was bad that it was physically frustrating for me to hear people argue about its ā€œgood uses.ā€ And, I thought that maybe if everyone ignored it, it would just go away. 

    Well. 

    Flash forward to 2026, and I don’t think there’s ever a 20-minute period where I’m not looking at, hearing about, or even interacting with some form of artificial intelligence.

    All of this to say, I’ve been thinking about A.I. a lot the past few weeks, and that mostly has to do with my current job. Most of you reading this probably know that I’m on the Disney College Program right now, and that my role is merchandise in Disney Springs. But for the last six weeks, I was temporarily deployed to EPCOT for the Festival of the Arts, which started in mid-January and ran until February 23rd. I worked merchandise, which meant I got to work at all the booths that featured artwork from various Disney artists. It was so cool to get to learn about all the art and meet the artists, too. 

    Besides the artist booths, the festival had other experiences, such as a museum of original Broadway costumes and props, performances every night from the original Broadway actors from different Disney shows (I got to watch some of those while I was working–the dream), animation/drawing classes, a giant paint-by-number mural, and of course very good (and very colorful) food. 

    During this festival I got to experience probably the best night of my entire life, which was hearing James Monroe Iglehart (!!) sing ā€œBigger Than That,ā€ one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite TV shows (ā€œTangled: The Seriesā€). I could write a whole blog post about that. 

    James Monroe Iglehart

    But I digress.

    Anyway, seeing all of this art, music, and performance got me thinking. Because during the midst of this festival, as I was experiencing all of this human art, I was also hearing a lot of news about A.I. ā€œart.ā€ From the announcement that Disney Plus will eventually platform A.I.-generated videos, to seeing more and more A.I. content on social media, it seems like the world is becoming enamored with the artificial.

    So in this age of constantly having to decipher what is real and what is too good to be true, how do we define what actually makes a work of art? Is it the creation itself? Or does the creator have something to do with it? And if so, what makes a good creator? In this essay I will–

    Just kidding šŸ™‚ This will not be an essay. Just a silly (but potentially long) blog post 😁 

    So…buckle in. Lol. 

    We’ll start with the art itself. What makes a good creation? And what makes something ā€œartā€? In my opinion, every good work of art has a story. Story is, arguably, the link that connects all of humanity. We all have stories, and there are even many specific stories that transcend culture and language (like ā€œCinderellaā€ā€“ there are a thousand different versions of this one story). In order for any song, painting, or movie to connect to its audience, it must have a story. 

    Think about going to a band or orchestra concert. What happens before the musicians start playing? Usually, the director talks a little bit about the composers and the pieces that will be performed that night. Although it’s obvious that there is a story behind the music, and the music can carry the story on its own, knowing the story heightens the impact of the notes. Meaning comes from that connection between the audience and the sound. 

    And if you’ve ever watched one of those reality TV talent shows (The Voice, American Idol, Dancing with the Stars, etc.) what do they include before every act? That’s right: an incredibly sad story about the person who’s about to perform. Why? Because they know that the story is going to be what ultimately captures viewers. 

    Even sports have stories. Athletics, in my opinion, is not that different from theater. We love sports for the ā€œstory.ā€ It’s live entertainment, we assign teams ā€œrolesā€ like ā€œunderdog,ā€ and we root for a specific outcome for our favorite characters (oops, sorry–ā€œteamsā€). We even judge games based on how fun they are to watch and criticize the actions of the players. ā€œCan you believe that last play?ā€ Sometimes there are even unreliable narrato– referees.

    It all comes back to the story.

    My favorite part about working at the Festival of the Arts this year was getting to hear the artists’ stories. Sometimes they talked about what inspired the piece, how they decided what media to use, or just their artistic process. One sentiment that many of them expressed was the fun/joy that they had in the creating process. There are many pieces that I look at differently now because I’ve heard the story behind them.Ā 

    And speaking of artists, if a good creation must have a story, then that story must have a creator. So what makes a good creator? Well, I think that in this case, maybe we should look at the Creator. And here’s where my Christian worldview kicks in. 

    First and foremost, I think a good creator is intentional; they create with a purpose. If I were to say that nothing about the world mattered, everything was random, God just kind of snapped His fingers and everything appeared, and then He stepped back, most Christians would probably have to disagree. Every single piece of the universe has a purpose. The Earth is situated in the exact position to support life. All life on Earth is part of the same give-and-take life cycle. Every organism in this cycle has a purpose and plays a part in what makes life possible here. I think that was all very intentional. 

    I think good creators are also thoughtful and create in their own unique voice or style. And when we create like this, we are following the example of our Creator. Many Christians subscribe to the idea that we are made in God’s image. What does this mean? Essentially, we have God’s fingerprint indented into us. Just like how you can tell if something is written by C.S. Lewis, painted by Picasso, or composed by Lin-Manuel Miranda (That was probably the most random list of people I’ve ever come up with!), we all have a similar ā€œtouchā€: God’s. 

    To finish out this section, I think good creators take pride in their work and care about their creation. And both of these ideas are needed. Sometimes we don’t care how the work is done. The process is just a means to an end, and as long as it gets done, who cares what happens in the middle? 

    This is where generative A.I. comes in. It’s so easy to just say, ā€œI want a painting of this sunset,ā€ and plug a photo into any A.I. generator and get an instant result. There, the work is done, and you have a ā€œpainting.ā€ Or you can say, ā€œI need a four-page paper on the history of film,ā€ and plug in the assignment details and get an essay in three seconds instead of three hours. 

    But if, at the end of the day, we’re all plugging prompts into machines and sending in identical ā€œit’s not x–it’s yā€ sentences and ā€œuncanny valleyā€ images, what is the point of any of it? When we’re applying to jobs and all sending in the same A.I.-generated cover letter, how are any of us going to stand out? When we’re submitting portfolios of our work and it all looks the same, how can we expect anyone to recognize our artistic styles? Twenty years from now, will you be able to point to anything you did and say, ā€œThat’s my work, and I’m proud of it, and I can defend itā€? Or will we become so dependent on a lifeless technology that we forget that the work, the human touch, is the whole point? 

    The problem is, we’re conflating premise and plot. This is something that many writers run into when planning their novels/screenplays/etc. Essentially, a premise is an idea. When someone says they have an idea for a book or a movie, it’s a premise. A premise is usually a ā€œwhat ifā€ question: 

    ā€œWhat if toys were sentient?ā€ (Toy Story

    ā€œWhat if cars were sentient?ā€ (Cars

    ā€œWhat if emotions were sentient?ā€ (Inside Out

    When we plug prompts into ChatGPT or any generative A.I. platform, we’re plugging in premises, not plots. 

    Plot is what actually happens in the story. When writers have an idea for a story, they start with the premise, or the ā€œwhat if.ā€ But they soon learn they need more than that to actually write the book. Who are my characters? What is my story structure going to be? How will my main character move through the Hero’s Journey? 

    Many stories exist that have good premises, but the actual plot, or story, didn’t really quite live up to it. That’s because a premise, no matter how good it is, is not enough to create a story. A.I. generates based solely on premises, and no matter how ā€œgoodā€ the premise is, the final result will always fall short, because there is no mind creating a story, only a computer generating a product. 

    Ok, now I’d like to present some common arguments I’ve heard in favor of generative A.I., and my thoughts on them: 

    1. Everybody’s doing it/we have to keep up with the times/keep up with the rest of the world

    This argument is interesting to me, especially when it comes from a Christian perspective because, for the most part, Christians place a large emphasis on not conforming to the world or doing something just because everyone else is doing it. 

    And if your argument is just that ā€œeveryone else is doing it,ā€ let me channel my inner ā€˜cliche sitcom dialog enthusiast’ and say, ā€œIf ChatGPT told you to jump off a cliff, would you?ā€

    1. It evens the playing field 

    There’s this myth that you have to ā€œhave the best stuff to make the best stuff.ā€ Some say that A.I. evens the playing field for those who want to create art/produce songs/make movies that don’t have all of the resources that industry professionals do. 

    I’d like to argue, however, that some of the best art has come out of places where resources were limited. Because creativity is about doing more with less. Think about all the Disney movies that have come out in the past six years. How common has it become to see movies that are almost instantly forgotten? Strange World, Moana 2, Wish, the live action Lilo and Stitch, etc. These are not movies that did badly in the box office (it’s Disney–they’re going to make money no matter what), but they are movies that didn’t really leave much of an impression on the audience (generally). This is because of the opposite effect that having resources can create: the more money and support you have, the less pressure there is to create something ā€œgood.ā€ Disney is now implementing A.I. into their streaming service. Why? Because they don’t need the human touch anymore, they need products that sell. 

    1. It saves so much time/I can focus on ā€œmore importantā€ things 

    This argument is, again, interesting from a Christian perspective. Many Christians believe in a literal seven-day creation, in which the world was created in seven 24-hour days. Now, of course, we cannot ā€œfor sureā€ know how the world was created (and this topic would also be a whole other post). But I have a hard time believing the entire world sprang up in seven days when everything else about God’s creation suggests that growth takes time. Seeds take weeks to produce fruit, seasons come around in months, the earth takes a year to orbit around the sun, a human brain takes 25 years to develop, etc. Nothing worth anything happens instantly. There’s value in struggle, reward in patience, and worth in the work. 

    Now, it is possible that artificial intelligence has its uses, especially non-generative A.I. My youngest sister was recently diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. Apparently, A.I. is being used to develop an insulin pump that automatically calculates how much insulin your body needs and provides it, without you having to pre-calculate how many carbs you’re going to eat. This is the kind of tech I can get behind. 

    A.I. may even have its uses in other aspects of the world. I’m sure some of the elements I used to design this website are somewhat A.I.-powered, so I really can’t judge anyone. The point of this blog post is not necessarily to campaign for A.I. to be eradicated…but I do think we would probably be better off without it anyway šŸ˜‚

    So what to do with all of this? I’ve just written five Google Doc pages (and if you’ve made it this far, you’ve just read five Google Doc pages) about A.I. How to conclude?

    I guess my main point is this: It’s important to engage in humanity. The world is so divided right now; what we need is more human connection, more of a human touch, not less. As an English major, my field of study was under the ā€œhumanitiesā€ umbrella: an area of academics that studies art, religion, history…essentially what it means to be human. But, of course, you don’t have to have majored in the arts to engage in humanity.

    There is so much to be gained from human creation: reading a book, watching a movie, going to a live performance, listening to music, etc. And there is so much to be gained from being a creator: writing, performing, crafting, painting, etc. 

    In a world of instant gratification, find joy in the process before the product.

    A poem I like that I found recently

  • On “Writing Poorly” and Perfectionism

    On “Writing Poorly” and Perfectionism

    Last week, I noticed I accidentally left a space between the last word of a sentence and the period in my blog post. One post in and the perfectionism is already up and running, lol. (Side note–there have been many times I’ve wanted to put ā€œlolā€ in my academic papers…words cannot describe the joy I feel right now.) The funny thing is, I’m sure there’s something more important that my brain could have latched onto as a ā€œmistakeā€ in my last post, but I kind of love that it was the extra space. Something easily fixable. I may leave it, though. For posterity. (I am well aware that phrase makes no sense here; I just love saying “for posterity.”)

    I feel like most writers/creatives struggle with some version of perfectionism, and I think a lot of that comes from how we’re trained to judge things in society. In school, all of our writing/art/music is graded on a scale from 0-100. Movies are rated with percentages on Rotten Tomatoes. Songs are ranked on Spotify. Books are rated out of five stars on Goodreads (and there are no half star options)! Everything has a number nowadays, and I think that this ā€œeasyā€ rating system is hard to escape. So, writers such as I end up spending days staring at that vertical blinking line on a blank Google Doc, almost begging it to ā€œdo something, please.ā€ 

    A while back, I saw this Reddit post on a writing subreddit discussing editing as you go/making the first draft perfect vs. writing “poorly” and editing later. I think most people do a combination of both, depending on what they’re writing. As I was thinking about it though, I’ve realized that I love writing ā€œpoorlyā€ for my first drafts. I love placeholder names, saying ā€œinsert correct word here,ā€ word vomiting…all of it. Even as I write this post, my paragraphs are filled with highlights and brackets and things to come back to. The truth is, I’m going to end up editing what I think is ā€œgood writingā€ anyway, so I might as well work on the bigger story first and the small things (like, say, extra spaces) later.  

    But thinking about all of this has made me realize how much of it I can apply to ā€œreal life.ā€  I’ve always hesitated to do things that I didn’t think I could be ā€œgoodā€ at or get praise for. I procrastinated on my pre-calc homework in high school, not because I didn’t want to do it, but because I was going to get the questions wrong anyway, so why even bother? I had an art class my freshman year of high school that I switched to a piano class after the first semester because I was ā€œbetterā€ at piano. I don’t sing along to songs because I don’t like my singing voice. 

    To some degree, I think I even chose to be an English major because I knew that’s what I was ā€œgoodā€ at, and it seemed like that’s what everyone else did, too. The music majors were good at music; the math majors were good at math; the Biblical Studies majors memorized whole books of the Bible (small Christian college, remember?). Over the course of three years, however, that choice became more than just about whether or not I was a ā€œgoodā€ writer. Specifically, there was one semester of my senior year where there was a unit on poetry, and I had to come to terms with the fact that this was not going to be something I was naturally ā€œgoodā€ at. (I’m a rambly writer, and I love my filler words…the poets do not appreciate this.)

    Since then, and this past year specifically, I’ve realized it really does not matter whether or not I or someone else thinks I’m ā€œgoodā€ at something. I’ve started doing things because I enjoy doing them. Just a few minutes ago, as I was writing this, I took a brief pause and realized how much I love the writing process. It’s like a jigsaw puzzle–the fun part is putting it together. (At least, that’s what I’ve heard; I actually loathe jigsaw puzzles.)

    Two weeks ago, I bought a set of three canvases from Five Below. I am going to paint something on them and hang them above my bed. Do I think it’s going to turn out well? No! I’ve already messed up multiple times and am shooting for mediocre at this point. But I love painting, even if I’m horrible at it and can’t visualize things in my head. 

    Some recent artwork (I will not be showing the Five Below canvases yet…)

    This morning, I made a salad, and I cut the cucumbers unevenly and sprayed tomato water everywhere and had to text my mom every five minutes because I was scared of messing up hard-boiled eggs. But it was fun, and it was the best salad I’ve ever had because I was the one who made it (and also it was just genuinely an S-tier salad with all the toppings). 

    The aforementioned salad

    Obviously, I’m still working on all of this perfectionism stuff. When I was setting up this website, I spent like three hours trying to figure out how to add a ā€œlikeā€ button to these posts. Gotta love external validation. 

    So why am I writing this? I have no idea. Originally, this post was going to be about perfectionism and encouragement to do all the things we’re ā€œbadā€ at (and I think we eventually got there), but it’s sort of also ended up being some kind of self-therapy thing. I guess I’ll leave with this: we’re 10 days into the new year. It’s already (definitely) not a perfect year. But that’s ok. We’re still on the first draft. And while this isn’t like writing, and we can’t go back and ā€œeditā€ the past, we can definitely still edit how we will respond in the future. 2026, like every other year, will be a year of mistakes and learning from those mistakes, and that’s perfectly ok. 

    P.S. anyone who finds the extra space in my previous post gets 5 extra credit points

    If you recognize this quote we need to be friends

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