Camp, Blood, and Sexism
Okay, first thing. I was flipping through the dictionary the other day when I came across the amzing word 'verbicide.' It means punning, or in some other way purposely distorting a word's meaning. I declare that this is almost as good as "Wait just a fortnight, there" from "The Almost True Tales of Robin Hood."
Camp. So it started today, and went well, except that our stage combat class has been nixed! There is no battle in Twelfth Night. I miss the awesomest stage combat instructor ever. Even if she did make us do about two hundred sit-ups and fifty pushups. A day.
Apparently the audition process is different this year-- no monologues. A little freaky, since I spent forever prepping mine. We're staging traditionally, so that part is exciting.
So I'm all done with Dillard, a a ways into Baldwin. Okay, I admit it, there were a few words I didn't know in An American Childhood. Baldwin was writing for very different reasons than Dillard was, and his vocabulary is therefore selected a little differently. Well, my teacher will just have to deal.
My sister, in her ridiculous zeal to shave her legs for the first time, scraped several layers of skin off a centimeter of her knee last night. I ended up staunching the blood (and this thing would not stop bleeding!), cleaning the blood off of her leg, cleaning the blood off of the floor, and bandaging the cut (multiple times). (My mom cleaned it while I held my sister still and she screamed bloody murder.) Don't ever call me squeamish again.
My dad is flipping out because my brother's acting camp includes a dance class. I think that you get my drift. We bickered about this for quite some time. A few memorable remarks include, 'It's okay to be a girl in an artsy group, but it's dangerous to go too far in an artsy group as a boy,' and, in response to my mom bringing up that my father's grandfather was an actor and frequently danced onstage (we have pictures!) 'That was in a different culture and a different time. Italy puts the arts above all else.'
My mom said that once you were not a gentleman if you couldn't dance. He said that we need to live in our society. I said that we are supposed to improve our society. He said that people have done crazy things when they thought they were helping society. I said that stage combat has a grounding in dance. My mom said what about hip hop? He said, sure, let's buy him bling! I said football players take Pilates, and sometimes dance. He said just Pilates. I said that at our school drama geeks are pretty well regarded. He said male drama geeks get beat up. I said football players rob Smoothie Kings.
I should've mentioned Charles. Jock in drama class.
Camp. So it started today, and went well, except that our stage combat class has been nixed! There is no battle in Twelfth Night. I miss the awesomest stage combat instructor ever. Even if she did make us do about two hundred sit-ups and fifty pushups. A day.
Apparently the audition process is different this year-- no monologues. A little freaky, since I spent forever prepping mine. We're staging traditionally, so that part is exciting.
So I'm all done with Dillard, a a ways into Baldwin. Okay, I admit it, there were a few words I didn't know in An American Childhood. Baldwin was writing for very different reasons than Dillard was, and his vocabulary is therefore selected a little differently. Well, my teacher will just have to deal.
My sister, in her ridiculous zeal to shave her legs for the first time, scraped several layers of skin off a centimeter of her knee last night. I ended up staunching the blood (and this thing would not stop bleeding!), cleaning the blood off of her leg, cleaning the blood off of the floor, and bandaging the cut (multiple times). (My mom cleaned it while I held my sister still and she screamed bloody murder.) Don't ever call me squeamish again.
My dad is flipping out because my brother's acting camp includes a dance class. I think that you get my drift. We bickered about this for quite some time. A few memorable remarks include, 'It's okay to be a girl in an artsy group, but it's dangerous to go too far in an artsy group as a boy,' and, in response to my mom bringing up that my father's grandfather was an actor and frequently danced onstage (we have pictures!) 'That was in a different culture and a different time. Italy puts the arts above all else.'
My mom said that once you were not a gentleman if you couldn't dance. He said that we need to live in our society. I said that we are supposed to improve our society. He said that people have done crazy things when they thought they were helping society. I said that stage combat has a grounding in dance. My mom said what about hip hop? He said, sure, let's buy him bling! I said football players take Pilates, and sometimes dance. He said just Pilates. I said that at our school drama geeks are pretty well regarded. He said male drama geeks get beat up. I said football players rob Smoothie Kings.
I should've mentioned Charles. Jock in drama class.