On Vox: Friday again.
Hard to believe. The days and weeks shoot past so quickly.
Hour lunches feel like twenty minutes.
The arrival of five o’clock is always a surprise.
Fridays are our ‘free days’ where we can slack off, finish homework, and pursue our own projects.
I’m in at school bashing out this blog entry, was a body in a short film captured by a guy testing his super8, committing a fragment of script to memory for next week.
So what’s been happening since my last entry?
Was back in the park Tuesday morning.
Sat in the dew and read the monologue to the ducks and swans.
They had all disappeared by the time I looked up from reciting the passage to myself, just like the dog walkers.
Nother stressful day where we had to read out our monologues to the class.
Then we had to choose some verbs from a list to apply to the text such as flirt, challenge, stalk, and brag. This so we could see how different attitudes changed the text.
These emotional actions can involve a lot of investment by the individuals reading the texts.
This is mentally hard stuff to have to put oneself through.
I’ve decided that I’m only going to make action flicks so that the only emotions I have to deal with will be anger and revenge.
Went and saw The Reader after school Tuesday night.
Brilliant flick. Really enjoyed Kate Winslet’s flawed character. Pretty much everyone else in the picture paled in comparison.
Was so distracted Wednesday morning I almost walked out of my flat in my underwear.
Seriously, I was lacing up my shoes when I suddenly realized I hadn’t put trousers on.
I felt I needed to apologize to the teacher for being churlish, and caustic, and confrontational in class.
I shouldn’t be taking it out on her, the content of the course is brilliant. My problem is that I’m being force to exercise emotional muscles (glands?) in this class and that hurts.
If you do this class properly, there is an opportunity to be wounded. Invariably the wounding is a result of an unrealized, avoided, or repressed truth.
A favorite comment of a few students is still ‘if I wanted to act I would have gone to Nida’ (National Institute of Dramatic Arts)
Calluses, wherever they are indicate hard work, right?
Originally posted on davet.vox.com