March Madness--Notes from the Edge
Welcome to March. How did it happen? Well I suppose that January turned into February which rolled smoothly into March too quickly for me to notice.
I am immersed in my life. Good thing, yeah?
Everyone is in theatre. I go to school everyday and talk about theatre until I can't stand up anymore and I fall into bed, to recharge for the next day's theatre jambouree. What makes it even more crazy is that I find myself affronted by theatre everywhere I go. Maybe I just live in Center City, where all the theatres are and where all the theatre people are. But I walk down the street and I find myself listening to two actors discussing the TAGPs. I sit in Starbucks and find myself eavesdropping on a conversation about someone having a call-back for the Wilma's Galileo (which only serves to make me jealous). So, like a dutiful child of my generation, I go to a different Starbucks the next day, only to overhear a couple talking about how wonderful it is to watch "Broadway: The Golden Age." It makes me go a little crazy. And yet, it makes me think: When I was in high school, I would have given my life to have just one person to talk shop with. That's what made me fall so in love with this college--when I got here, there were people like me to affirm my existence. And now that all I get is affirmation, I feel like I want to become a plumber. Too much affirmation, in any case, is a turn off.
That being said, I do love me some theatre. EgoPo's Spring Awakening was a breath of fresh air, and it was interesting to see the play that the musical is based on.
I need a job. After You Can't Take it With You is over I must engage in employment. Ay, me.
I miss people and things that the practicalities of my life tell me I will never see again.
I will be a college senior in a few short months.
The anxiety is terrible. I hope it lasts.
____Alex.
I am immersed in my life. Good thing, yeah?
Everyone is in theatre. I go to school everyday and talk about theatre until I can't stand up anymore and I fall into bed, to recharge for the next day's theatre jambouree. What makes it even more crazy is that I find myself affronted by theatre everywhere I go. Maybe I just live in Center City, where all the theatres are and where all the theatre people are. But I walk down the street and I find myself listening to two actors discussing the TAGPs. I sit in Starbucks and find myself eavesdropping on a conversation about someone having a call-back for the Wilma's Galileo (which only serves to make me jealous). So, like a dutiful child of my generation, I go to a different Starbucks the next day, only to overhear a couple talking about how wonderful it is to watch "Broadway: The Golden Age." It makes me go a little crazy. And yet, it makes me think: When I was in high school, I would have given my life to have just one person to talk shop with. That's what made me fall so in love with this college--when I got here, there were people like me to affirm my existence. And now that all I get is affirmation, I feel like I want to become a plumber. Too much affirmation, in any case, is a turn off.
That being said, I do love me some theatre. EgoPo's Spring Awakening was a breath of fresh air, and it was interesting to see the play that the musical is based on.
I need a job. After You Can't Take it With You is over I must engage in employment. Ay, me.
I miss people and things that the practicalities of my life tell me I will never see again.
I will be a college senior in a few short months.
The anxiety is terrible. I hope it lasts.
____Alex.