Favorite artist: Kendrick Lamar
Favorite sports team: New York Rangers
Favorite book: Hyperbole and a half
Favorite activity: martial arts
Living in NYC my whole life I've seen this place grow and change almost everyday. Just like many new yorkers I've learned to grow with it! You can either find me in class at St. Francis College, at work at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, watching a Rangers game at MSG or rolling on the mat at my jiu-jitsu dojo in Brooklyn! I love going to see shows around the city because it exposes me to a side of NYC that I never experienced even though I've lived here all my life. As an easy-going and chill person I like to take things in stride, but if something has to be done for success I wont hesitate to take action! NYC is my home, and it has made me into the young go-getter that I am today.
I love who I am, love where I came from, and love the people around me for ALL of our differences. Remember that no matter where you come from, be proud of who you are and that your culture is NOT for sale.
With recent political events happening (here's looking at you Trump w/ DACA.), it's good to get a reminder of what this country is really made of.
Erica, is just like every other normal teenager who's in love. In love with who you ask? Dee. A Dairy Queen Logo.
A Real Boy looks into the life of a family made up of two puppets and a human child. While growing older, the parents take notice of the challenges they may face raising a child that is noticeably different from them...
Personally, comedic plays that are also about power or activism are right up my alley. So when I heard "FUCK" literally within the first few words of the play I knew I was in for a good one.
Plot twist? It's life or death for our comedian when Trump is left to decide if he enjoyed the show or not.
First things first, I have to say that I had no clue who Martin Shkreli was before this play. I had heard his name but I couldn't piece together the act or name, with the person. Now that I know of him, he's a real douchebag.
Class differences is something I understand, it's something I've lived with. When all of my friends lived in houses growing up, I lived in an apartment. I could see how the wealth of the Kittredge's provided such a comfortable social bubble for them to live in, while Paul had to put up with digging and scratching his way through, just for his next place to live.
The play means a lot to me because it opened my eyes. As a minority, I look at others like me as brothers and sisters. We're all in this fight together, so why not act like it? Instead of clawing at each other like crabs in a barrel, why can't we work together to get out of where we are?
Outside may have been raining literal hell on 42nd Street, but inside my soul was raining childhood memories. After arriving at the theater through the blistering rain, my heart couldn't help but to feel like it was at home again. Its theater home. The audience was diverse, the food was reasonably priced - like what more could you ask for during a Broadway play?