So, I'm done school....
Well, mostly. I finished my practical classes Friday morning, and had my final performance of my grad show on Saturday. Apart from tweaking my final playwriting assignment (and, of course, the handful of random academic half credits I need to sweep up over the next few months), I'm done. Forever.
And yet I accept a paid job at the school's theatre for 2 days next week. The hell?
Dusting off this old thing because if there's one thing this summer needs, it's epic internet procrastination while I sort my life out.
And yet I accept a paid job at the school's theatre for 2 days next week. The hell?
Dusting off this old thing because if there's one thing this summer needs, it's epic internet procrastination while I sort my life out.