I remember when the voices diminished. I remember when the thing I loved doing most came to a sudden halt. I remember why. One simple name: Keeney. There are many reasons why they were silenced, but it all started with her. The one who told me you can’t do it and that I wasn’t good enough in just one simple action. Keeney; the reason I, to this day, continue to fight to hear them again. It was my first day of tenth grade and after having a wonderful year of ninth grade English, I was very anxious to meet my new teacher. Finally, the 10:00 am bell rang and I began my perilous trek through the halls of Avon High School. Having six minutes to get to class was very relaxing, so making my way through the thick of my sweaty and loud, peers didn’t…show more content… I always loved writing, but there was always something else that topped it every time and that was film. Much like writing, film caught hold of me at a very young age and held on relentlessly. As I grew older I discovered the difference between a good and bad film. I learned techniques that were used well and some that weren’t used so well. These thoughts eventually evolved into little voices. They spoke to me and told me when a scene didn’t look right and when someone demonstrated powerful acting. As the years went on these little voices got the best of me and took the form of Harrington Film Critiques. This was the perfect way to merge the two things I love most: film and writing. When I began writing reviews, it was for my enjoyment but then I started posting them to Facebook and the reaction was uncanny. People absolutely adored them, and I became the Movie Guy. Friends and family would be messaging me asking my opinion and whether or not they should go see this and that. It was a great feeling and I adored every second of it, however your happy place always has a limit. That limit was called a Monday. Monday meant I go back to school and face the reign of Keeney once
