Barely. But I survived!! We (the three first year students in the class) were up until all hours of the morning writing, critiquing, and freaking out (well, at least I was) but my paper was finished and turned in on time! The night before it was due, my roommate Amanda and I were at a breaking point and had started to turn loopy under the pressure, so we took a brief hiatus to go swing on the swings at a playground for our apartment complex. I can't remember the last time I was on a swing, and it felt really good. After that we buckled down, and wrapped up our papers around 3am.
I woke up a few VERY short hours later to a few suggestions and grammatical corrections from my friend Elise (an English teacher at RSHS), and rushed to the library to print before my second session classes began at 8am. The margins wouldn't print correctly, and Amanda and I tried a few tricks to get them to that perfect "one inch all around," but exhaustion took over and we gave up. Our papers were time stamped and turned in during out first break during Directing 1, and it was sweet, sweet freedom from MLAnal ridiculousness.
My classes this session are Grad Directing 1, and Settings and Properties. I'm enjoying both so far-- my professors are really nice, really fun and personable, and very knowledgable. The people in my classes are really awesome too, and we're getting along well so far. It's only been two days in the class, but it feels like so much longer in ways.
Today (Day 2) I was a bit freaked out because we had to prepare an auto drama-- an individualized performance piece that tells the story of our life. Working on 3 hours of sleep the night before, I was hard pressed to come up with an idea for how to present my life, and my brain was pretty fried. I had settled on a metaphor of a tree, but didn't know how to present... I ended up being up on and off until 4am trying to figure stuff out, and also complete the readings required for class today.
Autodrama was probably the most frightening thing I've ever done, performance wise. Besides being such a personal experience, which I'm not really into performing, I was going on very little sleep, and not feeling confident in my ideas for presentation, and it was REALLY SCARY. I jumped at the chance to go first to get it over with, almost in tears, hands shaking, stomach in knots. And it went over very well. I was EXHILARATED. Adrenaline boosted, and I felt so much better, and really proud that I had not only gotten through my presentation, but gotten positive feedback from my peers.
Other scary things I survived today were using a table saw, band saw, and sliding compound miter saw (aka chop saw) without losing any digits or limbs.
Now, my directing class is coming over to our apartment to work on an assignment for class tomorrow.
Today's been a very good day! (Especially since I don't have a lot of reading tonight and will actually be able to get a fairly decent night of sleep!)
congrats! :)
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