Update?
I have a job at the Bartow History Center! I'm so excited! I actually get to use my degree! So many people were telling me, "You know you don't have to get a job in a history degree-related field." Yeah, I know that, but I love history, so why would I want to do sales? I hate selling things. Whenever we had school fundraisers, I was usually the kid with the least amount of sales because, ugh, I don't like hitting people up for money. I do, however, enjoy fundraising events because with those you're basically throwing a party with an admission fee.
Play rehearsals are going well. I think Stacy and Alan are awesome to watch and learning Susan's directing style has been neato mosquito, too. Watching Alan fall down on stage prompted me to ask him how he does it so well. I'm very fearful of stage falls and can only think of broken bones and medical bills when a script calls for it. Alan said falling onstage is like doing any other part of acting; you have to be fearless and you can't over-think it. Unfortunately, I have a lot of fear and over-think everything. I will have to get over that if I want to strengthen my skills.
I baby-sat my cousins last Saturday. It was weird. My cousin Jordan, 10 going on 11, keeps to herself and enjoys vegging, which is cool. She just started school and it was Saturday, and I guess she didn't feel like reading or doing anything constructive. That's cool. Jessica, 12 going on 13, is autistic along with a few other things, so she was watching a lot of Barney and Friends and completely pigged-out at dinner time. I have never seen anyone eat so much spaghetti.
My aunt and uncle are still hoping that Jessica will one day "be cured" of her autism. I guess I was buying into that, too, because it didn't hit me until that night that Jessica is not a "normal" kid trapped in an autistic kid's body, but she is an autistic kid in her own body. I don't think there will be a cure for her and I'm not trying to be defeatist in saying that. This kid is disabled, handicapped or however you feel the least guilty in wording that. There is not going to be a morning when she wakes up and starts speaking perfect English, washes her hands after going to the bathroom, fixes her own meals, and bathes herself. I guess bathing a developed 12 year old snaps you into reality.
My Aunt Janis is a different story. I don't know if it's because she has been able to avoid baths because of the constant presence of an aupair or what, but she's still in denial. I think she has gone off the deep-end with her latest fixation. Have you ever pressed your pinky and thumb together, placed a peanut in your palm and separated your fingers to discover you are -- ta da -- allergic to peanuts? Aunt Janis does that now. If you can't separate your fingers, it means you are not allergic (or you aren't lying), and if you can separate them, you are allergic (or you are lying). AND if you have a person place their arm on your arm, you can take the test for that person. Aunt Janis did that for me because I kept separating my fingers when I said my name is Meghann. She was kind enough to let me know that through her testing (with my arm on her arm), I am allergic to corn chips and walnuts. Who knew? I certainly didn't. Basically, it's all a bunch of bullshit and you have to psych yourself up for it. It's not scientific.
Okay, I guess I just had a lot to get off my chest. Ciao.
Play rehearsals are going well. I think Stacy and Alan are awesome to watch and learning Susan's directing style has been neato mosquito, too. Watching Alan fall down on stage prompted me to ask him how he does it so well. I'm very fearful of stage falls and can only think of broken bones and medical bills when a script calls for it. Alan said falling onstage is like doing any other part of acting; you have to be fearless and you can't over-think it. Unfortunately, I have a lot of fear and over-think everything. I will have to get over that if I want to strengthen my skills.
I baby-sat my cousins last Saturday. It was weird. My cousin Jordan, 10 going on 11, keeps to herself and enjoys vegging, which is cool. She just started school and it was Saturday, and I guess she didn't feel like reading or doing anything constructive. That's cool. Jessica, 12 going on 13, is autistic along with a few other things, so she was watching a lot of Barney and Friends and completely pigged-out at dinner time. I have never seen anyone eat so much spaghetti.
My aunt and uncle are still hoping that Jessica will one day "be cured" of her autism. I guess I was buying into that, too, because it didn't hit me until that night that Jessica is not a "normal" kid trapped in an autistic kid's body, but she is an autistic kid in her own body. I don't think there will be a cure for her and I'm not trying to be defeatist in saying that. This kid is disabled, handicapped or however you feel the least guilty in wording that. There is not going to be a morning when she wakes up and starts speaking perfect English, washes her hands after going to the bathroom, fixes her own meals, and bathes herself. I guess bathing a developed 12 year old snaps you into reality.
My Aunt Janis is a different story. I don't know if it's because she has been able to avoid baths because of the constant presence of an aupair or what, but she's still in denial. I think she has gone off the deep-end with her latest fixation. Have you ever pressed your pinky and thumb together, placed a peanut in your palm and separated your fingers to discover you are -- ta da -- allergic to peanuts? Aunt Janis does that now. If you can't separate your fingers, it means you are not allergic (or you aren't lying), and if you can separate them, you are allergic (or you are lying). AND if you have a person place their arm on your arm, you can take the test for that person. Aunt Janis did that for me because I kept separating my fingers when I said my name is Meghann. She was kind enough to let me know that through her testing (with my arm on her arm), I am allergic to corn chips and walnuts. Who knew? I certainly didn't. Basically, it's all a bunch of bullshit and you have to psych yourself up for it. It's not scientific.
Okay, I guess I just had a lot to get off my chest. Ciao.