My Obituary

Marissa Galin of Scottsdale, Arizona; Founder and Headmaster of The Manchester Theatrum College, was pronounced missing on November 11, 2111 at the age of 120. The date of Marissa's disappearance was also the 100th anniversary of her marriage to her husband, Collin Hamel. Mr. Hamel was also reported missing. "They were a crazy bunch, those two,” said long-time friend Lindsay Fisk.

Born July 31st, 1991 , Marissa instantly fell in love with the arts. She became a published artist at the young age of 13 with her very own International postage stamp. This accomplishment was just the start of her great achievements. Marissa began her theatrical career in high school, and upon graduation she became a member of the American Theatrical Actors and Stage Managers Union. She attended Northern Arizona University for the first two years of her undergraduate degree in Theatre and Stage Management. After marrying Collin Hamel, her high school sweetheart, on 11/11/2011, she transferred to DePaul University in Chicago on a full-scholarship. Together they then opened her highly acclaimed coffee shop “Le Capulus Theatrum.” Simultaneously she also managed to write her first novel, “Trouvaille".

In 2017, after graduating summa cum laude and obtaining her Masters degree in Technical Theatre from Tisch School of the Arts of New York University, she introduced her first son, Jack, to the world. In 2018, she directed the Tony Winning Broadway production of “The Mariner” written by her dear friend Austin Labau. She then proceeded to receive her PH.D in Theatre Education at Yale University while raising her other two children, Sam and Rory.

Marissa was also a highly acclaimed scenic and fashion designer, and producer of her husband’s beloved, world-renowned band, 23:7. After years of managing the stage for numerous Broadway Productions, touring with 23:7, and guest teaching at her numerous alma-maters, and all of her children had graduated high school; she and her husband set off on a European Excursion. They finally landed in Manchester, where they built their dream abode. There Marissa decided to open her own College, offering majors in all fields of the theatre arts. She humbly tired at the age of 80 passing her reins down to her daughter Rory, as headmaster of Manchester Theatrum, to pursue her love of painting. Recently it has been reported that Marissa and Collin had left their home on a sailing trip on their very own “Pirate” ship to the shores of the Caribbean, where they were last sighted to be in possession of the ancient map with supposed coordinates to the infamous “Fountain of Youth.”

Once Upon A Mattress

March 12, 2006 - Sunday


Once Upon A Mattress...
Current mood: exhausted

This year is almost gone; we're seriously nearing April. I joined crew for Horizon's spring play 2006, and i had the best experience of my life. I used to think that i wanted to act, but construction crew made me realize that i want to be a techie.

I made so many new friends while on crew, and even somewhat mastered a new game i like to call Spider.

Now that its over, i seriously dont know what to do with myself. haha. I spent my life at school working on this show, and had lots of fun times. I even learned a new curse word. DANGER LINCOLN!
last night senior circle made me realize how fast high school is going to go by, and how it truely will be the 4 best years of my life.

After senior circle, Mrs. Colson said to me "You're going to be there before i know it, aren't you?" and it hit me; my freshmen year was almost over, and it feels like yesterday was the first day of school. This made me realize how fast my last show is going to come; when i get to stand in the senior circle and cry until my eyeballs slip out of their sockets (nice picture, isnt it?) It was hard for me to hold back tears because i have to see my senior friends leave this year. I hope that you guys stay close and keep in touch, other wise ill stalk you and hunt you down like a wild deer! <3

I love all my cast & crew friends and i hope to stay friends.

I have over 100 pictures of cast & crew, so ill post them on my myspace, and they'll be uploaded into my computer & into photobucket; so if you want them, let me know. <3

this blog should be commented about 100 times because i have a lot of friends who were involved in this play. dont be shy. post pictures while your at it!

Basket Case

this is very old. reading it again is intense....

May 21, 2006 - Sunday

Basket Case (ask to read if you wish...)
Current mood: drained
Category: Life


I'm not sure how to start this blog, and I'm truly at a loss for a reason for writing this blog. I'm listening to my brother read The Dinosaurs are back and its All Your Fault, Edward as I type this so-far-meaning-less-blog, completely avoiding its original subject. Im listening to the ever powerful RATM to help gather my thoughts a little.

Ever since last summer when I found out about my dad things have gone pretty down hill. I found out about my dad 2 days before I was to leave for camp, where I was to stay for a month with only written letters to keep in contact with my parents. That was by far the worst camp experience of my life. I couldnt sleep, or eat, I threw up almost everyday. Ever since then, I think its been hard for me to keep the pressure off. This probably contributes to what happened this weekend.

So, I might as well get down to the point, I guess. This weekend is now home to one of the worst experiences of my life. This weekend, I experienced my first Panic Attack. I know, Im sure its something everyone encounters at least once in their life time. Its nothing to get all riled up about. Or upset about. Its just something that is needed to be talked about. Thats the main reason for its occurrence in the first place, I guess. I was in desperate need to talk to someone, and I felt that there was no one there. I probably sound like a helpless mental patient, but this happened, and I, myself, need to find out why. Was it from the sheer pressure of school? Pressure of my upcoming Washington Trip? Pressure to avoid someone who myself and all my friends hate? The Pressure of my parents? The pressure of wanting to be skinny? Of my grades? Of a boy?

Truthfully, I think its all of this piled up and not being dealt with.

I am a very strong and independent person who knows how to take care of herself and doesnt cave under pressure, and knows what to do in times like this. But this weekend I am at a total loss for words; I was unable to help myself. Im sure the whole experience was even more terrifying for my brother, who was the only one home with me at the time.

It happened last night around 7 or 8 or so. I had just come from washing my hands, and was about to sit down and finish the episode of Drake and Josh I was watching with Michael. Out of no-where I had a very sharp pain in my lungs, and before I could even say ow I was on the ground screaming in pain. The pain had spread from my lungs to the area of my diaphram and my stomach. It took me almost five minutes to order my brother to get me the phone. I called my mother and explained to her that it hurt to breathe. I had been crying and screaming so much it was hard for her to understand my broken words. Eventually, after several phone calls, my father explained to me I was having an anxiety attack. I didnt believe him; my friends have told me of their experiences from Panic attacks and none have ever mentioned severe pain in their chests. I had seriously never felt pain like that, nor had I ever wished that upon myself. My parents attempt to help my brother to find my inhaler and a brown paper bag failed, and I had to wait almost 45 minutes for them to get home. That short 45 minutes felt like extremely long hours to me.

It truly was the most horrifying experience of my life. I knew that it was because I thought there was no one who could help me with my problems, no one who wanted to hear what I had to say.

Unfortunately I still feel this way, which is why I know that anxiety attack will not have been my last. This is why I know this blog entry will probably stay on the Diary setting for the entirety of its life; or until I finally decide to delete my myspace.

All I can say is that I hope that maybe Ill find someone who understands; someone who wont look at me and say get help. Someone who will look at me and say, I understand, and Im here for you always. I promise.

I never thought that something like this would ever happen to me. I am a pretty in-control-of-my-life person; nothing in my life has ever gotten this out of hand.





Im sorry you had to sit there and read this extremely long blog. Theres only two of you on my list; the two that I care most about, or the two that I trust most with this information.

I love you guys.





So....Hows your weekend going?