winter chills and other thoughts
Its snowing again. People kept telling me that we were due for a "real Missouri winter" this year. I always said I'd believe it when I see it. Well I do see it, and I am believing it. I can handle the snow (I do love it), and the biting cold I can tolerate more then most (although my hair froze this morning because I didn't dry it all the way), but the ice I could definitely do without (understandable really). I can't complain, it is still January. Winter technically will be here for two more months. Though I must say I will welcome spring with open arms when it does arrive.
I have to same I am feeling signficantly less stressed this week then last. I think finally finishing my illustration paintings helped a ton. However Mr Gruber hasn't given me a grade yet. There are some "contrast issues" with the paintings that he wants to discuss with me. Oh well.
I do have to say that this semester will be much busier then any of my previous ones. Upper level classes contain a lot of work, if I do say so myself, and I do. I have two papers due tomorrow (a rough draft of an essay and a think piece for American Lit) plus about 20 pages of reading for Lit. I should be working on those things now, but my mind is too full to concentrate. Schoolwork aside I have work (three hours a day five days a week, doesn't seem like a lot, but somedays I wish I could be using those three hours for something different, but money is money is money). I also have prep for my Utah trip, team meetings every Monday night, and my most favoritest thing this semester: rehearsals for The Bald Soprano.
I don't think a day has gone by that I thank the Lord I got cast in this show. I have missed being on stage so much, missed the commraderie of a cast, missed the excitement and fun that comes with working in a theatre. I just hope I live up to Dr Sartwell's expectations of me as an actress.
The beginning of reheasals is always tough for me. Despite evidence to the contrary I am quite a shy person. Stepping out of myself and into character, allowing my self to do things that feel and look ridiculous, things that I myself wouldn't do in public because they are embarrassing. Its hard. I know as time goes on I will get more comfortable with my castmates and director and with the character herself and I won't have a problem doing the funny and odd things I must in order to portray her accuratley. I must say, the character of Mrs Smith is probably the most challenging character I have played yet. There is no basis for anything she does, no motivation for her actions. It is hard for me to truly become her.
I am really tired today. I had a hard time moving this morning. And I'm already feeling a bit sleepy as I sit here and try to work. Oh yes, work, homework, writing a paper, I should be doing that. So I will. That way I can get to bed at an early hour tonight since tomorrow will be yet another long long day.
I have to same I am feeling signficantly less stressed this week then last. I think finally finishing my illustration paintings helped a ton. However Mr Gruber hasn't given me a grade yet. There are some "contrast issues" with the paintings that he wants to discuss with me. Oh well.
I do have to say that this semester will be much busier then any of my previous ones. Upper level classes contain a lot of work, if I do say so myself, and I do. I have two papers due tomorrow (a rough draft of an essay and a think piece for American Lit) plus about 20 pages of reading for Lit. I should be working on those things now, but my mind is too full to concentrate. Schoolwork aside I have work (three hours a day five days a week, doesn't seem like a lot, but somedays I wish I could be using those three hours for something different, but money is money is money). I also have prep for my Utah trip, team meetings every Monday night, and my most favoritest thing this semester: rehearsals for The Bald Soprano.
I don't think a day has gone by that I thank the Lord I got cast in this show. I have missed being on stage so much, missed the commraderie of a cast, missed the excitement and fun that comes with working in a theatre. I just hope I live up to Dr Sartwell's expectations of me as an actress.
The beginning of reheasals is always tough for me. Despite evidence to the contrary I am quite a shy person. Stepping out of myself and into character, allowing my self to do things that feel and look ridiculous, things that I myself wouldn't do in public because they are embarrassing. Its hard. I know as time goes on I will get more comfortable with my castmates and director and with the character herself and I won't have a problem doing the funny and odd things I must in order to portray her accuratley. I must say, the character of Mrs Smith is probably the most challenging character I have played yet. There is no basis for anything she does, no motivation for her actions. It is hard for me to truly become her.
I am really tired today. I had a hard time moving this morning. And I'm already feeling a bit sleepy as I sit here and try to work. Oh yes, work, homework, writing a paper, I should be doing that. So I will. That way I can get to bed at an early hour tonight since tomorrow will be yet another long long day.