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The meandering of an asterix.
 I doubt anyone who knew me in high school could have predicted this… because it is so far removed from the person I was back then.
In high school I got an asterix (*) instead of a UAI mark because my test results were so low, that’s what we do here in Australia, so you don’t “feel dumb” the BOS (Board of Studies) just doesn’t tell you your mark if it’s bellow 30/100. Yes, an (*) means my UAI was bellow 30. I like to say I was the brightest star in my class!
There were a lot of factors in the making of that mark, you know the cocktail; depression, anxiety, stress, pneumonia, dyslexia, bulling …
 
I don’t want to go too deep into that past, what I do want to talk about is History Class.
 
As a child I loved history, ancient was my preference. Mainly because of Indiana Jones. ( There may have been a time where I wanted to be an archeologists when really I just wanted to be all the great actors in all the great stories.)
So in high school, I chose Ancient History as one of my HSC electives, but often I felt ridiculed and mocked in that class because I had so much trouble reading, I was a difficult student who was very unhappy with the school. So often I just didn’t turn up to classes, too afraid to face the day.
My dreams of becoming some form of an archaeologist were becoming quite unrealistic as really the only thing I probably retained from high school is a word one of my teachers liked to repeat - “meandering”… That wasn’t even from history class! 
 
When it came to the Final Exam on Ancient History, the night before I felt so pressured that I got a bit intoxicated and my best friend loves to tell the story of what happened the next day.
She says I turned up to the exam 5 min’s before it started and I asked her to tell me everything she knew about Ancient History because I dead seriously knew nothing except the word ‘meandering’ and back then I don’t remember even knowing what it meant.
I guess I hoped I would retain at least something but my friend couldn’t help me there was a river of information that I was lacking and 5 min’s of “drop yo knowledge on me” was not going to meander me into a passing mark. (I’m still using that word wrong, aren’t I? haha)
 
Needless to say my mark was bellow satisfactory to my school and probably brought down their state average significantly which I like to think pissed them off.
I didn’t care much for a UAI. I don’t believe that a mark can define your intelligence and then determine the rest of your life.
 
I recently got a great new job on top of the 5 I already have.

SO HAVE I GOT NEWS FOR YOU ASTERIX…
 
Today I will be getting well paid to EDUCATE students from Fort Street SELECTIVE High School on the HISTORY of Cockatoo Island.



Now I know I am a pretty good actor but I can’t fool you here, I am proud to say I have actually retained knowledge about history and am being entrusted (did I mention paid) to teach it…



 
What. even. * 







(This is my fourth year in education and I wouldn’t say it’s what I want to do for the rest of my life, as I am always first and foremost an actor inside my heart but I do make it my mission to do a better job than those who taught me.)

The meandering of an asterix.
I doubt anyone who knew me in high school could have predicted this… because it is so far removed from the person I was back then.
In high school I got an asterix (*) instead of a UAI mark because my test results were so low, that’s what we do here in Australia, so you don’t “feel dumb” the BOS (Board of Studies) just doesn’t tell you your mark if it’s bellow 30/100. Yes, an (*) means my UAI was bellow 30. I like to say I was the brightest star in my class!
There were a lot of factors in the making of that mark, you know the cocktail; depression, anxiety, stress, pneumonia, dyslexia, bulling …
 
I don’t want to go too deep into that past, what I do want to talk about is History Class.
 
As a child I loved history, ancient was my preference. Mainly because of Indiana Jones. ( There may have been a time where I wanted to be an archeologists when really I just wanted to be all the great actors in all the great stories.)
So in high school, I chose Ancient History as one of my HSC electives, but often I felt ridiculed and mocked in that class because I had so much trouble reading, I was a difficult student who was very unhappy with the school. So often I just didn’t turn up to classes, too afraid to face the day.
My dreams of becoming some form of an archaeologist were becoming quite unrealistic as really the only thing I probably retained from high school is a word one of my teachers liked to repeat - “meandering”… That wasn’t even from history class!
 
When it came to the Final Exam on Ancient History, the night before I felt so pressured that I got a bit intoxicated and my best friend loves to tell the story of what happened the next day.
She says I turned up to the exam 5 min’s before it started and I asked her to tell me everything she knew about Ancient History because I dead seriously knew nothing except the word ‘meandering’ and back then I don’t remember even knowing what it meant.
I guess I hoped I would retain at least something but my friend couldn’t help me there was a river of information that I was lacking and 5 min’s of “drop yo knowledge on me” was not going to meander me into a passing mark. (I’m still using that word wrong, aren’t I? haha)
 
Needless to say my mark was bellow satisfactory to my school and probably brought down their state average significantly which I like to think pissed them off.
I didn’t care much for a UAI. I don’t believe that a mark can define your intelligence and then determine the rest of your life.
 
I recently got a great new job on top of the 5 I already have.

SO HAVE I GOT NEWS FOR YOU ASTERIX…
 
Today I will be getting well paid to EDUCATE students from Fort Street SELECTIVE High School on the HISTORY of Cockatoo Island.

Now I know I am a pretty good actor but I can’t fool you here, I am proud to say I have actually retained knowledge about history and am being entrusted (did I mention paid) to teach it…

 
What. even. *

(This is my fourth year in education and I wouldn’t say it’s what I want to do for the rest of my life, as I am always first and foremost an actor inside my heart but I do make it my mission to do a better job than those who taught me.)

zooophagous:

My heart.

I am an actor, that’s all I am. I’m not a producer, I’m not a director…I come to work every day with an actor’s anxiety— sizable— as anyone knows who’s worked with me, and I lay into the work with an actor’s appetite…You gotta really fight to defend your characters, even the ones that are disagreeable and horrible and irredeemable in everyone else’s eyes…An icon is a thing that stands alone, and I stand with my fellow actors— I rely on them, I depend on them, I have them to thank for every wonderful thing that’s happened in my life…You need each other. It doesn’t help to be thought of as an icon. We’re all the same size (some of us are thinner, and some of us are heavier), but we all count. For an actor it’s being heard and felt that counts.
Live where you like.

If you have done the Atlantic Summer Intensive in NYC, then you know Cynthia Silver.

She’s a very inspirational lady, the fairy godmother of acting and last year she gave us a list of priorities for actors.

I had already completed most of them but when she mentioned the first thing on her list, I immediately started to cry. At that time to me it seemed impossible and it was number 1 on her list!!! I felt like a failure as well as guilty for not being able to achieve such a simple thing. I was not happy.

It’s now been a year since then and I’m proud to say that next week I will achieve that first priority;

"Find a place to live, that you like going home to."

So thank you Cynthia for making that my first priority, I know it took me a while but I made it. I’m thinking of you, Anya and the team <3 and I wish you all the best as you begin your 2014 Summer Intensive adventures. Best wishes ATLANTIC!!!  xoxo

Hell Shakespeare’s Lady Hamlet

I was in this.

Guess who I played…? 

DRY JULY

Next month I am participating in DRY JULY!!! https://au.dryjuly.com/profile/pollyannanowicki
Dry July challenges me to go BOOZE-FREE for a month to improve the well-being of adult cancer patients by providing funds to create better services and environments for them and their families.
This cause means a lot to me, to know why read more about my story here - http://devolnu.tumblr.com/post/80659207749/its-about-cancer-of-the-boob

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Dry July means I must be sober for a month, this will be challenging for me because; I’m Polish… I’m an actor… lets be real, have I ever turned down a drink… (that’s a lie, I have been sober for a total of 3months this one time, so I believe I can do it again!). But it wasn’t easy that one time and it’s not going to be easy this time so seriously I’m going to need YOU!
Your support in donating to my cause will give me strength against temptation and guilty pressure to not fuck it up! The more money I raise the louder my inner voice to succeed will get! So please help a brother out!
To DONATE go to this link - https://au.dryjuly.com/profile/pollyannanowicki

I also please ask that you don’t tempt me with drinks if you see me out (unless you want to torture me) ALTERNATIVELY if you would like me to drink because it’s a special occasion and you want to be nice to me you can buy me a Golden Ticket!

My friends I appreciate most of you are artists with near empty pockets, to you I say we are soul doctors! We cure with our art. But some cancer patients may not have access or the ability to experience any art because they can’t afford their medical bills. Donating even just a little bit, as much as 5cents or the cost of that beer you are about to buy, can provide cancer patience a more comfortable life and even access to the possibility to view more art and have more hope. It’s the cycle of love and sharing.

Donate to Participant: Pollyanna - https://au.dryjuly.com/profile/pollyannanowicki

If you are interested in taking up the Dry July Challenge check out the site (maybe we can make a team to raise more money)!

Thank you! <3

So enjoyable to watch. There’s a few people I wouldn’t mind slapping :P

hipstershakespeare:

A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, scene i

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILL!

hipstershakespeare:

A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, scene i

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILL!

So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labours, my sufferance, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger- because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.
Jack Kerouac
Love came,
and became like blood in my body.
It rushed through my veins and
encircled my heart.
Everywhere I looked,
I saw one thing.
Love’s name written
on my limbs,
on my left palm,
on my forehead,
on the back of my neck,
on my right big toe…
Oh, my friend,
all that you see of me
is just a shell,
and the rest belongs to love.
Rumi (via fuckyeahrumi)

showslow:

Colorful smoke photography by Floto+Warner

What if I was wrong, and started trying to fix it?