a random Pakeha lady told me I looked "so beautiful (...) like a little China doll" today 8/
One week to opening night! Starting to get nervous; I think I've hit the two week out wall: I'm dropping lines, timing things wrong, forgetting blocking changes, and it's freaking me out aaaaaah.
We watched season one's dress rehearsal last night and it was kind of amazing: One of the boys is very elaborately pretending to do Everything is Going to Be Just Fine! by Roger Walter, fake publicity materials including program notes and a Circa-style photoshoot with people who aren't even in his cast and all, but is actually doing a black comedy, Yesterday An Incident Occurred by Mark Ravenhill, and they nailed the mood switches. The other kid did The Bear by Anton Chekhov which was hilarious and had our violinist from Summerfolk and the set was by our makeup guy. Oh man, we have to be that good! The opening night function was fun, though, even though our playwright didn't show up like our director said she would. Hey, there was Camembert.
Uni's started back and I've had all my first classes now. Well, I suppose for Women and Film we've only had the film screening because this one's structured film on Wednesday and lecture on Friday, which I like, but I was nearly conking out at our lecturer's five minute "this film is by X soundtracked by Y historical impact" spiel. Oops. Also, I forgot how much I dislike Vertigo, not even just from a feminist perspective but I just don't enjoy it, and less now that I, uh, know someone who died that way.
The first Language Across the Curriculum lecture was about vocab which I just looked at in 201 (this is what I get for doing classes out of order) but I still got really excited about it so I feel like this is a good sign. I love my minor. But I'm mildly concerned that one of my first thoughts looking at the course outline was what forgiving mandatory course requirements. No, self, This Semester Will Be Different.
My theater class this sem is devising a site-specific piece, which I was nervous about because I'm way used to scripts so making it up myself, and on my feet with other people rather than sitting down alone and writing a script, is kind of terrifying, but I wanted to get better at it and get over my fear, so I went for it. (One of my friends is trying to make me change to the other theater paper who are putting on Camino Real by Tennessee Williams. But... nah.) And it seems like it'll be really good! I like our course coordinator already, and it's a nice small class (thirteen tops) which I'm more comfortable with than the twenty-two that was Summerfolk, with some of my friends from 204, a handful of people from Summerfolk, and a girl I've seen around and thought would be cool to get to know, and there's three of us who aren't white (that's a quarter of the class!). And thus the first thing my 204 friends and I devised together was a piece about having to devise a piece. (The pieces had to be about a really emotional moment, and one of my friends gets overwhelmed and confused given a prompt like that.)
Site-specific stuff seems like it'll be really interesting, though I'm nervous about having to do a presentation pitching a site to perform in next week (uh, it's production week!!). (It doesn't need to be in Wellington. Immediately one part of my brain went "OH NO" because another one went "DISNEY!!") But I'm excited about the field trip checking out sites tomorrow!
What with being between what should have been his 21st and his anniversary, been thinking a lot about Chris lately. I'm so grateful my director's really understanding about it because his 21st was a rehearsal day so I warned her in advance and she was okay with my just coming in in the afternoon - I was kind of a big pile of sad in the morning. And then I ended up thinking about him the other day at the hospital because I had to take someone to the morgue, where I'd actually only ever gone once before and these people I brought got the whole spiel about the coroner and the pathologist and blargh. The guy in the front row of the first season dress audience who looked exactly like Chris in profile right down to the glasses and the stupid floofy thing he sometimes did with his fringe didn't really help. It's been weird. Like, I've mostly been okay, but it's weird.
We watched season one's dress rehearsal last night and it was kind of amazing: One of the boys is very elaborately pretending to do Everything is Going to Be Just Fine! by Roger Walter, fake publicity materials including program notes and a Circa-style photoshoot with people who aren't even in his cast and all, but is actually doing a black comedy, Yesterday An Incident Occurred by Mark Ravenhill, and they nailed the mood switches. The other kid did The Bear by Anton Chekhov which was hilarious and had our violinist from Summerfolk and the set was by our makeup guy. Oh man, we have to be that good! The opening night function was fun, though, even though our playwright didn't show up like our director said she would. Hey, there was Camembert.
Uni's started back and I've had all my first classes now. Well, I suppose for Women and Film we've only had the film screening because this one's structured film on Wednesday and lecture on Friday, which I like, but I was nearly conking out at our lecturer's five minute "this film is by X soundtracked by Y historical impact" spiel. Oops. Also, I forgot how much I dislike Vertigo, not even just from a feminist perspective but I just don't enjoy it, and less now that I, uh, know someone who died that way.
The first Language Across the Curriculum lecture was about vocab which I just looked at in 201 (this is what I get for doing classes out of order) but I still got really excited about it so I feel like this is a good sign. I love my minor. But I'm mildly concerned that one of my first thoughts looking at the course outline was what forgiving mandatory course requirements. No, self, This Semester Will Be Different.
My theater class this sem is devising a site-specific piece, which I was nervous about because I'm way used to scripts so making it up myself, and on my feet with other people rather than sitting down alone and writing a script, is kind of terrifying, but I wanted to get better at it and get over my fear, so I went for it. (One of my friends is trying to make me change to the other theater paper who are putting on Camino Real by Tennessee Williams. But... nah.) And it seems like it'll be really good! I like our course coordinator already, and it's a nice small class (thirteen tops) which I'm more comfortable with than the twenty-two that was Summerfolk, with some of my friends from 204, a handful of people from Summerfolk, and a girl I've seen around and thought would be cool to get to know, and there's three of us who aren't white (that's a quarter of the class!). And thus the first thing my 204 friends and I devised together was a piece about having to devise a piece. (The pieces had to be about a really emotional moment, and one of my friends gets overwhelmed and confused given a prompt like that.)
Site-specific stuff seems like it'll be really interesting, though I'm nervous about having to do a presentation pitching a site to perform in next week (uh, it's production week!!). (It doesn't need to be in Wellington. Immediately one part of my brain went "OH NO" because another one went "DISNEY!!") But I'm excited about the field trip checking out sites tomorrow!
What with being between what should have been his 21st and his anniversary, been thinking a lot about Chris lately. I'm so grateful my director's really understanding about it because his 21st was a rehearsal day so I warned her in advance and she was okay with my just coming in in the afternoon - I was kind of a big pile of sad in the morning. And then I ended up thinking about him the other day at the hospital because I had to take someone to the morgue, where I'd actually only ever gone once before and these people I brought got the whole spiel about the coroner and the pathologist and blargh. The guy in the front row of the first season dress audience who looked exactly like Chris in profile right down to the glasses and the stupid floofy thing he sometimes did with his fringe didn't really help. It's been weird. Like, I've mostly been okay, but it's weird.