The Reality of School
Okay. So, I've been way excited about school and about all the people and all the fun and all the craziness.... and then today I actually sort of figured out my schedule.
So this is the way it works at the Theater school: For freshman year, TFT essentially picks all your classes. First quarter, TFT completely picks your classes except for the option of taking or not taking the ballet class (which is not an option for Musical Theater majors, but that's neither here nor there), which I will be taking, because I still harbor a secret fantasy of being a really flexible long-legged ballet beast. Anyhow, I went online to day and looked up the schedules for the classes that I will be enrolled in (because they have not yet enrolled us) and figured out a few really sobering facts.
First of all, I have class on Friday. The ONE thing I was told to avoid in terms of scheduling was having class on Fridays, because apparently allllllll the shit goes down Thursday nights, so having class the next day is obviously going to be a bit rocky. Hm. Well that sucks for me because one of the two unavoidable unchangeable classes that I have in my schedule is... trumpet please... at 8 AM FRIDAY MORNING. And what class is it? A big huge faceless lecture that I can sleep through and get the notes about later? Hm, no it's definitely my Introduction to Performance class, which-- for those of you that don't know-- is started with FORTY-FIVE MINUTES OF TAI CHI. Did I stutter? Oh no no no no no-- TAI CHI. With like, a Tai Chi master or some shit like that....
Daaaaaaaaammmmmnnnnniiiittttttt.
And as if that weren't bad enough, I definitely will have class five days a week, starting at some point in the early morning. I still don't have my Design Lab assignment, and I don't know what Dance section I'm in, but without question, I will be at TFT five...five...FIVE days a week. Sigh. Somewhere in all that people meeting and shot taking and cute guy flirting I forgot this whole idea that you go to college to GO TO CLASS. How fucking weird. Urgh.
Oh well. That's why you go to school...
On another note, I had my first one night stand ever this weekend. Well, sort of. I don't know if you can count just making out as a one night stand. I went to visit my dear friend Kelly Baker at San Francisco State this weekend, and we went to a party and met these boys and went back to their dorm with a bunch of their friends and a bunch of our friends... and like, I wanted to hook up with this guy Dan, but he was getting at our friend Lupe, and his friend Andres was getting at me, and Andres was pretty cute... to make a long story short, Lupe and I stayed the night after everybody else left, and I don't know what Lupe and Dan did, but Andres and I just made out and slept-- no clothes coming completely off and no in the pants action hahah!-- and the next morning I woke up at eight and wanted to get the fuck out. So I got up, got my shit, went into Dan and Andres' room-- how perfect that they're roomies-- woke up Lupe and was like, I want to leave. She was totally on my wavelength, so we left, and they walked us downstairs, and there was this really sort of awkward moment at the bottom outside, because we weren't asking for their numbers, and they weren't asking for ours, and you could tell that this was a first for everybody-- COMEDY. COMEDY.
It was just funny for sure. Kelly asked me about it the next morning-- hahahaha "and then your slut-ass comes home at fucking seven or whatever"-- and she was expecting me to be like, "Yeaaaaahh man we fucked we fucked hardcore" and I was just like, "we made out" bright-eyed blink. But the experience wasn't really anything...important. It was just kind of like, yeah sure why not... I mean, Kelly and I were talking about it that day before anything happened, how it was so long since either of us made out or kissed that we weren't sure if we remembered how... and well, I guess I remember how. I dunno. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't like I'm so stoked about how it happened and I totally dig Andres. There were some really sexy moments, but there was also a point when we were kissing and I was thinking, "Damn, if I'm making out with somebody new, then I wish you were Mike," and well, that's never a good thing to be wanting to be with somebody else while you're with somebody. Oh well. Haha!
So Laura, what's worse: The fact that I made out with some random sleaze, or the fact that I wished I were with my frat boy in the middle of it? It'd be a lot easier to swear off boys if you were around.
So this is the way it works at the Theater school: For freshman year, TFT essentially picks all your classes. First quarter, TFT completely picks your classes except for the option of taking or not taking the ballet class (which is not an option for Musical Theater majors, but that's neither here nor there), which I will be taking, because I still harbor a secret fantasy of being a really flexible long-legged ballet beast. Anyhow, I went online to day and looked up the schedules for the classes that I will be enrolled in (because they have not yet enrolled us) and figured out a few really sobering facts.
First of all, I have class on Friday. The ONE thing I was told to avoid in terms of scheduling was having class on Fridays, because apparently allllllll the shit goes down Thursday nights, so having class the next day is obviously going to be a bit rocky. Hm. Well that sucks for me because one of the two unavoidable unchangeable classes that I have in my schedule is... trumpet please... at 8 AM FRIDAY MORNING. And what class is it? A big huge faceless lecture that I can sleep through and get the notes about later? Hm, no it's definitely my Introduction to Performance class, which-- for those of you that don't know-- is started with FORTY-FIVE MINUTES OF TAI CHI. Did I stutter? Oh no no no no no-- TAI CHI. With like, a Tai Chi master or some shit like that....
Daaaaaaaaammmmmnnnnniiiittttttt.
And as if that weren't bad enough, I definitely will have class five days a week, starting at some point in the early morning. I still don't have my Design Lab assignment, and I don't know what Dance section I'm in, but without question, I will be at TFT five...five...FIVE days a week. Sigh. Somewhere in all that people meeting and shot taking and cute guy flirting I forgot this whole idea that you go to college to GO TO CLASS. How fucking weird. Urgh.
Oh well. That's why you go to school...
On another note, I had my first one night stand ever this weekend. Well, sort of. I don't know if you can count just making out as a one night stand. I went to visit my dear friend Kelly Baker at San Francisco State this weekend, and we went to a party and met these boys and went back to their dorm with a bunch of their friends and a bunch of our friends... and like, I wanted to hook up with this guy Dan, but he was getting at our friend Lupe, and his friend Andres was getting at me, and Andres was pretty cute... to make a long story short, Lupe and I stayed the night after everybody else left, and I don't know what Lupe and Dan did, but Andres and I just made out and slept-- no clothes coming completely off and no in the pants action hahah!-- and the next morning I woke up at eight and wanted to get the fuck out. So I got up, got my shit, went into Dan and Andres' room-- how perfect that they're roomies-- woke up Lupe and was like, I want to leave. She was totally on my wavelength, so we left, and they walked us downstairs, and there was this really sort of awkward moment at the bottom outside, because we weren't asking for their numbers, and they weren't asking for ours, and you could tell that this was a first for everybody-- COMEDY. COMEDY.
It was just funny for sure. Kelly asked me about it the next morning-- hahahaha "and then your slut-ass comes home at fucking seven or whatever"-- and she was expecting me to be like, "Yeaaaaahh man we fucked we fucked hardcore" and I was just like, "we made out" bright-eyed blink. But the experience wasn't really anything...important. It was just kind of like, yeah sure why not... I mean, Kelly and I were talking about it that day before anything happened, how it was so long since either of us made out or kissed that we weren't sure if we remembered how... and well, I guess I remember how. I dunno. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't like I'm so stoked about how it happened and I totally dig Andres. There were some really sexy moments, but there was also a point when we were kissing and I was thinking, "Damn, if I'm making out with somebody new, then I wish you were Mike," and well, that's never a good thing to be wanting to be with somebody else while you're with somebody. Oh well. Haha!
So Laura, what's worse: The fact that I made out with some random sleaze, or the fact that I wished I were with my frat boy in the middle of it? It'd be a lot easier to swear off boys if you were around.