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pipistrellafelixThe paper is done! At two in the morning, after chai tea and early Halloween candy & listening to soundtracks on repeat & being utterly distracted and distracting (Erin & Camille & I just think we're sooo funny, don't we). But it's done. I'm not really sure what to think, though. On the one hand the writing I have isn't all that bad; I'm pretty proud of some of the explications, especially on McCracken's queen's body article, & the theses & so forth. On the other hand, I'm pretty sure I didn't actually answer the assignment. So I'm off to hand it into Dr. E & tell her that I've got no idea what I'm doing, really.
In other news I got an extra three hours of paid work today--by "leading" class discussion (read: Rae led it, I...helped?), & doing a demo for Engl 110 (argh, I hate demos), and then having a fifteen minute consulting session with Kareem for his writer's autobiography, which mainly consisted of him telling me his super cool imagery and plans for constructing the thing that he hasn't actually written yet, & me scribbling down his ideas, getting all excited, & drinking tea.
So yeah. A pretty good day I feel. & yesterday's rehersal was kickass--we're finally rough blocked through the whole play, & there were plenty of real tears going on by the end. ...is is wrong that I'm now using amount of crying as an indicator for a good rehersal? There's gotta be something wrong with getting excited about weeping onstage. (It isn't so much the weeping, per se, though. It's the getting to work with the incredible emotion within the language of Chekhov. It's like nothing else. After doing this, I just know, I will be positively itching to do a heavy Shakespearean drama. Yes please...)
In other news I got an extra three hours of paid work today--by "leading" class discussion (read: Rae led it, I...helped?), & doing a demo for Engl 110 (argh, I hate demos), and then having a fifteen minute consulting session with Kareem for his writer's autobiography, which mainly consisted of him telling me his super cool imagery and plans for constructing the thing that he hasn't actually written yet, & me scribbling down his ideas, getting all excited, & drinking tea.
So yeah. A pretty good day I feel. & yesterday's rehersal was kickass--we're finally rough blocked through the whole play, & there were plenty of real tears going on by the end. ...is is wrong that I'm now using amount of crying as an indicator for a good rehersal? There's gotta be something wrong with getting excited about weeping onstage. (It isn't so much the weeping, per se, though. It's the getting to work with the incredible emotion within the language of Chekhov. It's like nothing else. After doing this, I just know, I will be positively itching to do a heavy Shakespearean drama. Yes please...)
