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The time has come for the next round of HSM Songs, Ranked. This tier is HSM: The Concert (minus Zac). Again, these are in no particular order. See if you can guess which original film is my least favorite. You are the Music in Me (Sharpay's Version)- Sure, Sharpay can flaunt her choreography, but the fact that Troy has zero idea of what he needs to do during this means it isn't winning any "awards." And since she is in costume, this could be a dress rehearsal. Bonus point for the fog machine or pyro that startles Troy. Gotta Go My Own Way- #2 in Gabriella's songs list, although this is technically a duet. Bonus point for the dramatic acting from both characters. Everyday- This is a nice group song, but it is a little sleepy. I guess we could cut them some slack as this is a talent show performance at a formal event. (I suspect they sing a reprise of this as they look at the stars and Troy and Gabriella almost kiss, but I haven't seen that scene enough to know...
I was taught not to chase boys, but to wait for the "right one." I heard it from my family and some from my church as a teenager and have carried it with me into my young adult years. It's a passive waiting. I say, "I'm waiting for my future husband" to cover up the fact I'm not making much of an effort to meet men. I'm not dating anyone. I wait for them to come to me, but they don't. From what I've learned this semester through hearing a speaker's story, that's not realistic. Is there a solution? Is it a problem that leaders assure teens that they will find Mr. or Miss Right? Should they change the narrative? As one who grew up on Disney movies and rom-coms, is it possible for my siblings' kids to grow up with another narrative? It will take a conscious effort on the part of those who interact with children to change this. It could be difficult, but it's better for them than being blindsided later in life with the possibil...
I'm going to write this carefully. I don't want to make unfair comparisons, and every fan who interacts with and consumes media is unique. But I do think that some points need to be made. I, for one, can combine my affection for characters with my affection for the people who portray them. This could be unhealthy. Here are some examples that show the divide between imagination and reality: Somewhere in Los Angeles, Dylan O'Brien and Holland Roden rehearse a scene as Stiles and Lydia. The director yells, "Cut!" Their day on the set of Teen Wolf is over. Dylan and Holland leave the set to spend the evening with friends. Miles away in another part of LA, Chris Evans finishes a comedic scene. The director dismisses the cast and crew. Chris goes to his trailer and changes from his Captain America costume into some casual clothes. He leaves the set, possibly to have dinner with some of his Avengers cast or hang out with his family. In a house in Indianapolis, Joh...
Author's Note: This is a reflection of my grief in my community as a teen/young adult. This is not meant to be taken as advice. In the past decade, my high school community has experienced a lot of grief. We lost 2 grads and 1 current student before I graduated in 2014. A few years later, we lost another current student. Recently, we lost another grad. All of these experiences were sudden. Grief becomes a habit. I was not close to the 3 who passed away while I was in school. However, I felt a responsibility to grieve, even if it was only on the surface. Some of the community would question the circumstances behind these events. We would mention "living life to the fullest" to encourage each other. It was scary to see young life taken so many times. The community is culturally religious, so vigils and services were natural. These helped us connect with the families and celebrate the lives lost. Fellow classmates would come together to remember the person, then we would go ...
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