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Man, it had been so long since I'd gotten a good night's sleep that I feel like a whole different person now. Happiehat I feel like a whole different person now. I wish Spring Break would never end!!
Anyway, here's a journal pour vous:
Journal Seven
I won’t misrepresent last week’s class with a negative and desperate-toned journal, even though it’s been a steady rocket ride downhill since last Thursday ended.
In my last journal, I touched upon how nervous I was to read my journals aloud. Well, these thoughts turned out to be unrealized as I felt a sense of power and confidence as I read aloud to the class. I always find it interesting to read things you’ve written in the past, long after the immediacy of the “here and now” of certain issues have past…because your words are always tainted by their own blinding paradigm. Hidden deep within the rhetoric is a summary (and sometimes even an assessment) of the trials and tribulations you face each week. It can be fun to look back and see both how you struggled and (hopefully) overcame that struggle. So far, in this class, I have struggled twice to understand and perform the basics of what was asked of me, and I would like to believe that I have twice overcome my barriers to shine as we progress more and more. “Like to” being the key words, there. Troules says we learn something new this week…let’s see if I follow the same struggle/overcome pattern again, or maybe this time I’ll hit it on the head the first time? I don’t want to predict, because whenever I do I end up doing the exact opposite…like Dumbledore said: “the best of us must sometimes eat our words.”
Anyway, I really think reading my journal helped to establish a sense of confidence and energy that helped me to enjoy the rest of the class unabated. I have discovered one thing, however, namely that I DO NOT LIKE BEING FIVE YEARS OLD. I don’t know why, but being five is the most annoying character we’ve ever played. Somewhere in the back of my mind I keep a tally of every minute in hopes it’ll change. The other characters were great, however. I truly got lost in the moment when I was a dog, being a mafia member was just plain fun to, and I enjoyed working with new people (and many of them), this week. Come to think of it, I think the reason I either seem to love or hate characters has to do with the exaggerated nature we use when playing them. If you find something even slightly annoying, then blowing it up full-scale is only going to augment that annoyance, whereas, if you love an aspect of something, then exaggerating it should (in theory) multiply your enjoyment.
Man, I don’t know if any of this made any sense…I didn’t quite sleep last night, and am sort of writing in a daze. I think the tagline for this week is quite literally “I’ll do better next time…I promise!”
Anyway, here's a journal pour vous:
Journal Seven
I won’t misrepresent last week’s class with a negative and desperate-toned journal, even though it’s been a steady rocket ride downhill since last Thursday ended.
In my last journal, I touched upon how nervous I was to read my journals aloud. Well, these thoughts turned out to be unrealized as I felt a sense of power and confidence as I read aloud to the class. I always find it interesting to read things you’ve written in the past, long after the immediacy of the “here and now” of certain issues have past…because your words are always tainted by their own blinding paradigm. Hidden deep within the rhetoric is a summary (and sometimes even an assessment) of the trials and tribulations you face each week. It can be fun to look back and see both how you struggled and (hopefully) overcame that struggle. So far, in this class, I have struggled twice to understand and perform the basics of what was asked of me, and I would like to believe that I have twice overcome my barriers to shine as we progress more and more. “Like to” being the key words, there. Troules says we learn something new this week…let’s see if I follow the same struggle/overcome pattern again, or maybe this time I’ll hit it on the head the first time? I don’t want to predict, because whenever I do I end up doing the exact opposite…like Dumbledore said: “the best of us must sometimes eat our words.”
Anyway, I really think reading my journal helped to establish a sense of confidence and energy that helped me to enjoy the rest of the class unabated. I have discovered one thing, however, namely that I DO NOT LIKE BEING FIVE YEARS OLD. I don’t know why, but being five is the most annoying character we’ve ever played. Somewhere in the back of my mind I keep a tally of every minute in hopes it’ll change. The other characters were great, however. I truly got lost in the moment when I was a dog, being a mafia member was just plain fun to, and I enjoyed working with new people (and many of them), this week. Come to think of it, I think the reason I either seem to love or hate characters has to do with the exaggerated nature we use when playing them. If you find something even slightly annoying, then blowing it up full-scale is only going to augment that annoyance, whereas, if you love an aspect of something, then exaggerating it should (in theory) multiply your enjoyment.
Man, I don’t know if any of this made any sense…I didn’t quite sleep last night, and am sort of writing in a daze. I think the tagline for this week is quite literally “I’ll do better next time…I promise!”