Hamilton Therapy (Lauren Hoaglund)

For the past few months I have begun to truly realize what the upperclassmen have always been complaining about. Junior year is draining me. It has left me helpless. The amount of stress that physics, calculus, philosophy, and thesis have caused me is unreal. So as everyone does when they are under stress, I have had to find a way to cope.

Now read closely, I am about to change your life. For the past two and a half months I have been completely and utterly obsessed with the Broadway musical Hamilton. It is the story of Alexander Hamilton and his struggle to create a lasting financial plan for the brand new American government. The musical follows Hamilton from the time he leaves his home in the Caribbean to go to college and join the revolution all the way to his duel and subsequent death with Aaron Burr.

Now, dear reader, I am going to share something with you that you must promise never to hold against me. Two days a week during the summer for the past four years, I have volunteered at American Village as a junior interpreter. I dress up in colonial clothes and teach children and adults about America’s struggle for freedom during the eighteenth century. So basically I am a nerd who not only studies history, but literally lives it.

Because I am both an American history nerd and Broadway musical maniac, Hamilton has been the perfect escape from my overwhelming and tear filled year thus far. If you walk into a room with me and some of my fellow classmates and Mr. Burgess or Mr. Tew, I can pretty much guarantee that we will be quoting this incredible musical. Even now I cannot listen to the last three songs without crying.

I have never gotten lost in the music of a Broadway show like I have with Hamilton. It has consumed my waking days. It reminds me to look around at how lucky I am to be alive right now. For those of you who do not understand the references imbedded in this article, drop everything and listen to Hamilton.

Now. Immediately.

One Comment

  • Tommy McLeod says:

    Good to see a mind at work. A diamond in the rough. I was just like you when I was younger. It may feel like there’s a million things you haven’t done — the situation’s helpless — you have no control — there is no more status quo. There are moments that the words don’t reach (is it a question of if, or which one?). We laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes. Sometimes that’s how it goes. No one really knows how the game is played. You need all the help you can get; someone who understands what you’re struggling here to do — it’s much harder when it’s all your call. You’ve got to be carefully taught. Try not to crack under the stress. But just you wait: when all is said and all is done, every action has its equal opposite reaction — the balance shifts, no matter what they tell you. This is not a moment, it’s the movement. Let me offer you some free advice; someone ought to remind you: When there’s reckoning to be reckoned, take a stand with the stamina God has granted us till you rise to the occasion — if you stand for nothing, what’ll you fall for? You are uniquely situated by virtue of your position. Someday, someday, you’ll blow us all away. Keep on fighting in the meantime. Stay alive. That would be enough. Don’t apologize for doing what’s right. And: take a break.

    I have the honor to be, YOS.

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