So three months, eh?
Wow, it's been three months. Three months of the craziest academic year of my life. For anyone younger than me who's reading this, DO NOT take six very difficult classes and do tons of extra-curriculars your senior year in order to graduate on time. This, it turns out, is a very poor life choice.
Let me explain... no, is to much, let me sum up:
(three points to anyone who names the reference)
- Started the year off with the best play of my life. Both wrote and acted. Theatre was changed on a fundamental level, people.
- Tom my adviser treats me like a major douche for about a month
- Tom suddenly realizes that I'm not a horrible person, and goes back to his usual grouchy self.
- Struggled to pick it up post-play. Had an incredibly difficult time finding my studying/homework groove, I still don't think I ever really got in the zone.
- Did what I thought would be the simple job of dresser on Ghost sonata. Turns out i am also the hair technician, the make up designer, and the only fucking disciplinarian backstage. HIGHLY HIGHLY STRESSFUL
- In the middle of doing Ghost Sonata, I find out I might be able to assistant direct instead of stage manage for my senior project. This eventually comes through. The people rejoice. (seriously, the faculty came up with this on their own, specifically for me. I was so touched I cried)
- I have an even more difficult time academically post-sonata, get really really worried about my romantic poetry class. Try to PDF, Tom forgets to sign the form. There is much grumbling to be had.
- I take what I thought would be the simple job of dresser for the opera. Turns out I am one of only two crew members, while also being the wig and makeup designer. Can anyone say 42 second full costume quick change involving wigs and facial hair? Amy can. THE STRESS PUNCHES AMY IN THE FACE.
- Amy literally forgets to write a ten page paper for her romantic class, and figures she is totally boned.
- Amy's AMAZING professor decides to let her combine the topics/assignments of the last two papers for her romantic class and do an oral presentation. Amy is highly grateful, but stressed as now one 20 minute presentation will represent 45% of her grade.
- Wait, the opera's done and it's finals week? Oh shit.
- Amy proceeds to fuck finals week in the heart, emerging with an A- on her presentation for romantic, an A on her enormous painting for tom's class (which he actually liked. first A this man has ever given me), and most likely fairly decent grades in everything else.
During this whole saga, there were plenty of other romantic and social type problems, but all managed to be resolved. The point of all this writing? Some day I want to be able to look back at this and laugh at the crazy-ass things I had to do to graduate on time. For now, I'm just so relieved to be finished that all I can do is lay around and watch tv, reread the golden compass, and eat cake. delicious delicious cake. Anyone in seattle want adventures? call me. Anyone in portland want adventures after new years? call me. Anyone wanna tell me what a sexy mo-fo I am? Call me, but not in front of Sam. He is a jealous mistress. Love to all
Let me explain... no, is to much, let me sum up:
(three points to anyone who names the reference)
- Started the year off with the best play of my life. Both wrote and acted. Theatre was changed on a fundamental level, people.
- Tom my adviser treats me like a major douche for about a month
- Tom suddenly realizes that I'm not a horrible person, and goes back to his usual grouchy self.
- Struggled to pick it up post-play. Had an incredibly difficult time finding my studying/homework groove, I still don't think I ever really got in the zone.
- Did what I thought would be the simple job of dresser on Ghost sonata. Turns out i am also the hair technician, the make up designer, and the only fucking disciplinarian backstage. HIGHLY HIGHLY STRESSFUL
- In the middle of doing Ghost Sonata, I find out I might be able to assistant direct instead of stage manage for my senior project. This eventually comes through. The people rejoice. (seriously, the faculty came up with this on their own, specifically for me. I was so touched I cried)
- I have an even more difficult time academically post-sonata, get really really worried about my romantic poetry class. Try to PDF, Tom forgets to sign the form. There is much grumbling to be had.
- I take what I thought would be the simple job of dresser for the opera. Turns out I am one of only two crew members, while also being the wig and makeup designer. Can anyone say 42 second full costume quick change involving wigs and facial hair? Amy can. THE STRESS PUNCHES AMY IN THE FACE.
- Amy literally forgets to write a ten page paper for her romantic class, and figures she is totally boned.
- Amy's AMAZING professor decides to let her combine the topics/assignments of the last two papers for her romantic class and do an oral presentation. Amy is highly grateful, but stressed as now one 20 minute presentation will represent 45% of her grade.
- Wait, the opera's done and it's finals week? Oh shit.
- Amy proceeds to fuck finals week in the heart, emerging with an A- on her presentation for romantic, an A on her enormous painting for tom's class (which he actually liked. first A this man has ever given me), and most likely fairly decent grades in everything else.
During this whole saga, there were plenty of other romantic and social type problems, but all managed to be resolved. The point of all this writing? Some day I want to be able to look back at this and laugh at the crazy-ass things I had to do to graduate on time. For now, I'm just so relieved to be finished that all I can do is lay around and watch tv, reread the golden compass, and eat cake. delicious delicious cake. Anyone in seattle want adventures? call me. Anyone in portland want adventures after new years? call me. Anyone wanna tell me what a sexy mo-fo I am? Call me, but not in front of Sam. He is a jealous mistress. Love to all