Theatre and the Collegian
I've learned several things in the last half hour and I'd like to share them with
a) Life isn't fair.
Exemplified by an unnamed someone who couldn't find the time of day to come in and help out a little bit during The Tempest, who now is able to study somewhere else, which is an amazing opportunity. However, being there requires something... I dunno, the willingness to come in and work? Hell I'm admittedly jealous of said opportunity, but quite frankly I'm rather irritated that people who do honest, hard work (and who show up for more) don't get the chance to do these similar things.
b) ...a simplistic and elegant touch to the design...
Right, Collegian, I appreciate that you want to feature events/entertainment, but please when you do so check your facts. The flowers on stage? Uh-huh. Riiiiiiight. And the set? You mention flowers and paint on the floor... Hello? GIMUNGOUS SHED IN THE BACK ANYONE?! You think we keep those things lying around for fun? That it's all a matter of buying some pre-painted, pre-cut rock, and stapling it to some cheezy wood frame? HA! Thanks for the zero comment about the freaking center-piece.
c) Commas anyone?
Having been in Jackson's class for two semesters I'm rather anal-retentive about where I put commas when I'm trying to write a paper. This doesn't mean that I'm always correct (Lord knows I never was in Jackson's) nor that I know everything, but there are some points at which the lack of commas (or their hyper-insertion) drives me up the wall. Example, hyper-insertion:
As a result, the characters are underdeveloped, and the Tower Players are left with little to work with, which is unfortunate, since a lot of talent is wasted on mediocre characters.
Example, lack of insertion:
The costumes were cute and wholesome and accurate to the styles of the time, and framed the characters' personalities nicely.
I suggest The MLA Handbook for Writers of Research Papers: chapter 3, section 2, subsections 1 and 2: The Purpose of Punctuation, and Commas.
d) Probably one of the most important parts...
Dave isn't God. But he's certainly been given gifts and he's worked to improve said gifts all his life. I am lucky enough to have such a patient, amusing, talented teacher, and I hope to never piss that man off.
Furthermore, Dave built the set. He designed it, he took the measurements for it, he ordered the material, he measured it out, he ripped the boards, he came in early, stayed late, made random-ass runs to the hardware store, climbed up and down ladders with a bad knee, and generally did a fuck-load of work. So as far as I'm concerned, Dave built the set, and I was lucky enough to be one of the (very) few to see how he did it, and participate in the process. Frankly, I don't understand why people aren't showing up to Scene Shop in droves.
e) My Roommate and Hall-mates.
I have come to the conclusion that I will never be such a dedicated worker/student/person as Darla ( ;) ) She stays up late, gets up early to study, and generally forces every bit of information into her head that she possibly can.
My Hall-mates are equally amazing people who work their asses off, stay up late reading, wake up early, push themselves to the limit, tear their hair out in frustration, then put their noses back to their various grindstones for more of it.
I am a slob, amongst the dedicated.
(I'll memory this one, that way whenever you feel bad you can read this over and over again--the compliments not the ragging on about commas :) )
f) Lastly but not least...a useful latin phrase
My mum sent me a card of a cat in a sink, soaking wet, drippy hair, covered in bubbles, and looking particularly miserable. The caption is: "See? Someone else knows how you feel..." and at the bottom she wrote: quae nocent, docent. I looked this up on the net and found the translation as: what pains us, trains us. I thought the average Hillsdale student could appreciate the sentiment.
Edit: now that I look back, I feel I must clarify one small thing that may be apparent to people who know me but not the casual reader/observer: I have absolutely nothing personally against the writer of the article, she's a very nice gal. Having said that, this particular article was so poorly written that it took a bit o'work to get through it. My criticism is not meant to be vindictive or stand as a personal attack. Thanks, --El Red-o
a) Life isn't fair.
Exemplified by an unnamed someone who couldn't find the time of day to come in and help out a little bit during The Tempest, who now is able to study somewhere else, which is an amazing opportunity. However, being there requires something... I dunno, the willingness to come in and work? Hell I'm admittedly jealous of said opportunity, but quite frankly I'm rather irritated that people who do honest, hard work (and who show up for more) don't get the chance to do these similar things.
b) ...a simplistic and elegant touch to the design...
Right, Collegian, I appreciate that you want to feature events/entertainment, but please when you do so check your facts. The flowers on stage? Uh-huh. Riiiiiiight. And the set? You mention flowers and paint on the floor... Hello? GIMUNGOUS SHED IN THE BACK ANYONE?! You think we keep those things lying around for fun? That it's all a matter of buying some pre-painted, pre-cut rock, and stapling it to some cheezy wood frame? HA! Thanks for the zero comment about the freaking center-piece.
c) Commas anyone?
Having been in Jackson's class for two semesters I'm rather anal-retentive about where I put commas when I'm trying to write a paper. This doesn't mean that I'm always correct (Lord knows I never was in Jackson's) nor that I know everything, but there are some points at which the lack of commas (or their hyper-insertion) drives me up the wall. Example, hyper-insertion:
As a result, the characters are underdeveloped, and the Tower Players are left with little to work with, which is unfortunate, since a lot of talent is wasted on mediocre characters.
Example, lack of insertion:
The costumes were cute and wholesome and accurate to the styles of the time, and framed the characters' personalities nicely.
I suggest The MLA Handbook for Writers of Research Papers: chapter 3, section 2, subsections 1 and 2: The Purpose of Punctuation, and Commas.
d) Probably one of the most important parts...
Dave isn't God. But he's certainly been given gifts and he's worked to improve said gifts all his life. I am lucky enough to have such a patient, amusing, talented teacher, and I hope to never piss that man off.
Furthermore, Dave built the set. He designed it, he took the measurements for it, he ordered the material, he measured it out, he ripped the boards, he came in early, stayed late, made random-ass runs to the hardware store, climbed up and down ladders with a bad knee, and generally did a fuck-load of work. So as far as I'm concerned, Dave built the set, and I was lucky enough to be one of the (very) few to see how he did it, and participate in the process. Frankly, I don't understand why people aren't showing up to Scene Shop in droves.
e) My Roommate and Hall-mates.
I have come to the conclusion that I will never be such a dedicated worker/student/person as Darla ( ;) ) She stays up late, gets up early to study, and generally forces every bit of information into her head that she possibly can.
My Hall-mates are equally amazing people who work their asses off, stay up late reading, wake up early, push themselves to the limit, tear their hair out in frustration, then put their noses back to their various grindstones for more of it.
I am a slob, amongst the dedicated.
(I'll memory this one, that way whenever you feel bad you can read this over and over again--the compliments not the ragging on about commas :) )
f) Lastly but not least...a useful latin phrase
My mum sent me a card of a cat in a sink, soaking wet, drippy hair, covered in bubbles, and looking particularly miserable. The caption is: "See? Someone else knows how you feel..." and at the bottom she wrote: quae nocent, docent. I looked this up on the net and found the translation as: what pains us, trains us. I thought the average Hillsdale student could appreciate the sentiment.
Edit: now that I look back, I feel I must clarify one small thing that may be apparent to people who know me but not the casual reader/observer: I have absolutely nothing personally against the writer of the article, she's a very nice gal. Having said that, this particular article was so poorly written that it took a bit o'work to get through it. My criticism is not meant to be vindictive or stand as a personal attack. Thanks, --El Red-o