Home for Christmas
When I finally left home for good, I moved to another city to take a year-long course in database programming. Before long, this course proved to be not only more intense than I had expected, but so boring that I began doubting whether I would even complete it.
As a matter of necessity, my leisure pursuits such as drawing and creative writing came to get less and less of my time. This soon made me realize just how important these activities were to me, and these restrictions began making the year even more difficult.
Somehow I occasionally found the time to go to a church near my apartment. As Christmas neared, some of the people I had met began making plans to produce a condensed stage version of “A Christmas Carol.” Rehearsals would begin about the time my studies finished and my work term started, and this slight ease of pressure afforded me the luxury of participating.
When I auditioned I ended up with two roles, Fezziwig and one of the g