Greetings and salutations, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my world. I'm Jeff Hersheway, teenage ordinaire. I'd say I was an extraordinaire, but let's face it, as most of my classmates will attest, I'm doing a pretty bang up job.
Let me tell you a little more about me. I'm a senior at Geneva High School with a fiery passion for pop culture and the arts. I've been writing since I was 9, after my parents told me to find a more therapeutic outlet for my hallucinations after my gold-standard re-enactments of arguably the most-panned film of the '90s, Casper. In my spare time, I contemplate such worldly things as theater, choir, film, Miranda Cosgrove's imminent celebrity explosion, music, and literature. I admit one of these occupies more space in my mind than the others, and I'll let you fill in the blank on which one that is. (Hint: iCarly is only the first stop on this Emmy train.)
As I've already mentioned, I'm passionate about the arts. I started doing theater about two-and-a-half years ago, and I've already mastered such techniques as memorizing scripts, blocking scenes, and pretentiously boasting about how much better my music taste is compared to yours. Yes, theatre has taught me a lot.
I've decided to write this blog as a part of the Career Internship Program at . The rules go that I get to experience the true inner workings of what being a journalist is all about. I will generally be writing about things I have an unhealthy obsession with. I'll be writing movie and book reviews, commenting on pop culture and television, and giving you average 99-percenters the 411 on what it means to be a teenager in the town that features day-to-day celebrity sightings and mystified the entire country with childlike wonder when its high school was referred to on Chelsea Lately as a "Chicago high school that has banned sexually explicit dancing." I mean, if that doesn't entice you into learning more about my fast-paced and crazy life in the 630, I simply don't know what you want from me. Chelsea Lately means you've definitely made it, guys. Trust me; I am pretentious enough to think I know.
I really hope you enjoy my blog, enjoy (or at least respect) my opinions, and take comfort in the fact that you are not alone in your traumatized experiences witnessing the Willy Wonka boat scene. Thank you for joining me on this thrilling and largely informal journey through my life and trials and what I wish were my life and trials.