“The Story” is a thorough commentary on reality. The series of fiction tales will explore the grime and glitter of our reality – what happens, what should happen, and what should not happen – from multiple perspectives, starting with Sammohini and Jane and concluding with our main characters John [left] and Trishna [right]. John and Trishna start college and join their college’s Accessibility Rights Club, participating most in the ARC’s Artistic Development Events. Here’s what they’ll find:
“College is a time for challenging your opinions.” What if those challenges include the training you’ve been inflicted either by others or by yourself over perceptions over your self-worth, values to others, or overall sense of self-confidence? In “The Story,” John [left] and Trishna [right] are two characters facing constant adversity, but they also have a strong friendship and bond that enables them to work together. How will their opinions change after they attend college?
Spoilers?: Minor (college’s fiction/nonfiction character-building)
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Most of my jobs have involved some form of physicality. I’ve only worked with a few people with physical impairments, so I will be the first to admit my lack of perspective perhaps required to tell “The Story,” for Trishna [center] and John [not shown], but it is a story I must tell! So I research, observe, and learn in order to tell this story. We covered John’s gigging last time. Now it’s Trishna’s turn!
Spoilers?: Minor (job-hunting brainstorming 2 of 2)
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If “The Story” uses Seattle, Washington, as a primary location for inspiration gathering, how closely should its fictional metropolis, Eville, emulate Seattle? You have the International District, University District, Pike Place Market, Space Needle area, “Pill Hill,” Fremont, SoDo, and many more highly-individualized locations that are each just a little different than its neighbors. Though they probably won’t admire the architecture, I imagine John [center] and Trishna [right] will enjoy adventuring through their big city!
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“Do you have 50 cents you could spare this afternoon?” “Yeah, sure… You hanging in there alright?” I gave him all my change, 8 cents, and one dollar more. “Thank you. Yeah, I am.” The man wearing a dirty hoodie in the dry heat walked off, looking disbelieved over money. Life in “The Story” isn’t easier than our own. John (left) had periods of teenage homelessness before being “adopted” into Trishna’s (right) life. Can we adopt everyone?
How much would you sacrifice to make your aspirations possible? How important is your comfort? As we grow older, there’s a growing sense of wanting more from life. For Trishna (right), she wants to go to college to fulfill her dreams and become independently successful, well, along with John (left), yet part of that means leaving her retiring service dog Pollyanna (center) and family at home. How might that answer be addressed in “The Story?”
“Thanks for joining us today, Jane, was it?”
Jane sat across a small table from a reasonably-dressed hiring manager. She couldn’t help but notice that most of his attention was at the glass wall behind her.
“Yes. Here’s my resume, too.”
The well-dressed professional gave him one resume and placed another on the table in front of the empty seat to her right.
“Thanks. Well, George is running late again… so let’s jump right in.”
3AM, 6AM, doesn’t matter. It’s too early. Gotta get up. Outta bed now. Zombies look better. Get that coffee. Focus on something. Distraction from sleep. Get some food. Still groggy. That drive’ll suck. How’s the weather? It’s cold out. Warm in bed. Still gotta go. Can’t use sick leave right now. Just get going. Gotta dress nicely. Gotta look presentable. “Where’s my purse?” Warm up the car. Now I’m late. Today’s gonna be a grind.