2. "Actors and actresses," not "actors/actresses."

Other than that, you look to be in good shape.
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It was October 31st, Halloween, 1:34am, and I didn’t have a costume. In the normal world, I would be looked at as too old for the juvenile holiday of Halloween. In the so-called “real world”, anyone with a scruffy beard like mine who is trick-or-treating is looked upon with suspicion. Of course, Woodson Visual Arts High School isn’t the normal world. WVAHS is basically all the freaks in the D.C. area thrown together in a big building. The whole student body is weirdoes. There’s no denying that. But much like a regular school, we have our hierarchy.

At the bottom of the totem pole there’s the art history crowd who can look at a painting, name the guy who painted it, tell how old they were when it was finished, and describe what sort of drugs the artist was on at the time. Hardly worth mentioning. Then there’s the artsy group. They’re basically art history nerds, but with actual talent. They can name the painting AND produce a perfect replica. Next in line are the future-director/producers-of America, who can constantly be seen walking around campus, video camera in hand (or tripod in tote, depending on the case.) These kids are usually the ones with berets, and fake plastic rimmed glasses, just to appear “eccentric” (in reality, they’re about as flamboyant as a dry bagel.) Some of them are actually good, but if you told them that, their already inflated heads might explode. Of course, I’m stereotyping here. Some are alright, but you never hear about them.

Higher up in the ranks are the photographers. To be a photographer at WVAHS, there are two rules you must follow. One, you must be seriously dedicated to your craft. All of us at WVAHS are some degree of dedicated, but the photographers are the only ones that lose sleep at night, wondering if the lighting on their photo was right. The second rule to live for photographers? You must only talk about photography. Don’t talk about the weather, music, your dog, whatever. Just photography.

At the top of WVAHS, are the actors/actresses, (such as myself.) I don’t know why we are the most popular. I suppose it’s because when you’re around a WVAHS actor, we ALWAYS put on a show. I suppose we’re entertaining to some. But to us, it’s what we do. I won’t complain about my popularity, though. I just bask in it. It suits me.

Who’s me, you ask? Oscar Nash, (formerly Eric Vaughan….everyone needs a stage name.) age seventeen, a skyscraper a 6’5”, actor extraordinaire.

An actor extraordinaire who doesn’t have a costume, which brings me back to my original point. Halloween. At Woodsen Visual Arts High School, it’s a big deal. Even the history heads get into a come as some obscure painter no one’s ever heard of who devoted their life to the art. (“Who are you supposed to be?” “Alice Troxell McCoun! Her use of color was simply astounding!”) At this point, at 1:30 in the morning, my options are looking bleak. I have to come up with something spectacular. And fast.