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OK. So I've neglected this way too long.
News:
It's officially 8th week. I am finding this incredibly hard to believe. Oxford terms are certainly short, but I'd call this ridiculous. I will be at home this time next week. I am nearly a third of the way through my degree. OHMYGOD.
I have signed up for arguably the Best option next term; "English Chivalry and the French War". It is so amazing, that one of the set texts is actually "The Knight's Tale" by Chaucer. Cue excitement.... plus, no more 1815-1914 or Sociology, like, EVER again.
I have been "shortlisted" for the Magdalen bursary that basically pays History students to go to Stanford in California for a month in September to study/read: slack off, compared to Oxford workload. Interview on Wednesday. Get in.
And something I actually feel is worth writing about. I have spent much of this evening sleeping on and off, and have felt pretty low since around 3pm, so do not particularly want any company. This is because today I had a callback to audition for the OUDS play "Lovers" by Brian Friel. Suffice it to say that the play is brilliant and heartwrenching and all those things, and has one female role out of a possible two roles. I was pretty pleased to get to the final 4 girls, and loved the callback; it was a 2-hr workshop thing during which I read two very different scenes. The second scene was absolutely tragic and intense, and - ridiculously - I ended up crying in the middle of reading it, quite spontaneously. I LOVE this play, and I want to be in it so much. But something about reading that scene just got to me. I never quite understood about acting having the potential to actually move you deeply, but it just... did. I didn't want to do anything or see anyone for the rest of the day. I felt literally vulnerable. Isn't that mad!? I just... became my role - as stupid and thespy as it sounds. And I'm just desperate to know for sure one way or another, because I am suddenly reminded of how fun it is to act.
"I love Joseph Brennan! D'you hear me, Sister Dolores? I love him so much - so much - that I just want to... be him. God, it sounds crazy! But it's how I feel. Do you feel like that too?"