DONE. DONEDONEDONEDONEDONEDONE. Not counting May Term, this is my last exam week ever. EVER, I tell you! Bwahahahahaha!
The title of the final paper: Women’s Rights:
A Comparison between Women’s Rights in Theatre and Women’s Rights in Daily Life
AND NOW IT'S DONE.
I'll just be over in that corner collapsing now, yes?
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Sing We A Song That Takes But a Minute
I hate being the Madrigals director. I really, truly do. Because of Madrigals and a moment of insanity that involves us performing during EXAM WEEK, I don't get to go home. At all. Until October, barring some major family disaster. I kind of want to commit homicide right now. I have never been so angry at the administration of this school for completely cutting out the pre-May Term break that used to be so welcome to us students who have batshit insane teachers who think performances at the end of exam week are a good idea. I am so beyond frustrated. I was going to go home, go to the dentist, grab some essentials that I forgot at the end of spring break, get my mom to hold me and tell me that it isn't my fault that I can't stay in a relationship for longer than five months at a stretch... But no. I'm stuck. Here. And furious at the world.
In other news, I have a new job. I have been hired to help run the wine-tasting room over at Barren Ridge Winery! I'm getting paid eight dollars an hour to talk about wine to people and to not have to wear a uniform while I do it. Score! And if all works out with the babysitting/voice lessons thing, I'll be able to easily pay my bills all through the summer and maybe even save a little bit of money for when my six-month loan deferrment wears out.
I do hate hearing the question, "So, do you have a job lined up for graduation?" It's so rude to ask that, especially with the economy in its current state of collapse. Do you seriously think that, unless you are offering a job, a college graduate this year will want to hear that question? College graduates are all scared shitless right now because THERE ARE NO JOBS. And if there are jobs, then nobody is advertising because they're scared of having to sort through 200+ applications. (Do you know how I heard about the opening at Barren Ridge? Word of mouth. And for the very reason I just mentioned, too.) No college graduate wants to be reminded that, as of May 2009, they will very likely be going home to live in their childhood bedroom and to beg for a waitressing job.
Even in my line of work jobs are hard to find. Theatres are closing all over the US because nobody can afford to keep them open anymore. Companies are folding, no one is starting new companies, and the companies that are barely keeping their heads above water aren't hiring new actors/techies because they can't afford to pay the ones they already have. Whatever happened to Federally Funded Theatre? Oh yeah - George Bush made it so that the government can't even afford to pay their air-traffic controllers. Or had you forgotten about that?
Yeah, I'm bitter. I'm working for slightly above minimum wage at a job that has nothing to do with the skills I have paid 30,000 dollars a year to acrue over the past four years. But that's okay - at least I don't have to say, "Would you like fries with that?"
In other news, I have a new job. I have been hired to help run the wine-tasting room over at Barren Ridge Winery! I'm getting paid eight dollars an hour to talk about wine to people and to not have to wear a uniform while I do it. Score! And if all works out with the babysitting/voice lessons thing, I'll be able to easily pay my bills all through the summer and maybe even save a little bit of money for when my six-month loan deferrment wears out.
I do hate hearing the question, "So, do you have a job lined up for graduation?" It's so rude to ask that, especially with the economy in its current state of collapse. Do you seriously think that, unless you are offering a job, a college graduate this year will want to hear that question? College graduates are all scared shitless right now because THERE ARE NO JOBS. And if there are jobs, then nobody is advertising because they're scared of having to sort through 200+ applications. (Do you know how I heard about the opening at Barren Ridge? Word of mouth. And for the very reason I just mentioned, too.) No college graduate wants to be reminded that, as of May 2009, they will very likely be going home to live in their childhood bedroom and to beg for a waitressing job.
Even in my line of work jobs are hard to find. Theatres are closing all over the US because nobody can afford to keep them open anymore. Companies are folding, no one is starting new companies, and the companies that are barely keeping their heads above water aren't hiring new actors/techies because they can't afford to pay the ones they already have. Whatever happened to Federally Funded Theatre? Oh yeah - George Bush made it so that the government can't even afford to pay their air-traffic controllers. Or had you forgotten about that?
Yeah, I'm bitter. I'm working for slightly above minimum wage at a job that has nothing to do with the skills I have paid 30,000 dollars a year to acrue over the past four years. But that's okay - at least I don't have to say, "Would you like fries with that?"
Monday, April 13, 2009
Your Mom
So, there is something wrong with me. Once more, I have not made it past the five-month mark in a relationship. Am I just jinxing myself? I wonder.
Anyway, laryngitis is a bitch. I had it for the first time ever and managed to lose my voice for over a week, and then wasn't allowed to sing for three weeks. I'm being allowed a short voice lesson today, but I'm still raspy so we'll see how long I'll be allowed to phonate before being banned once more.
I'm exhausted. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. Usually I get sort of a post-Easter high, but since graduation is imminent, I'm feeling the drain acutely. Luckily, there are some lovely May-term plans happening - my friend Jarod is having a Buffy-viewing party (unfortunately focused on Spike rather than a more interesting character, but whatevs), then the next night my friend Liz is having a Not-Yet-Old birthday party. Good times, there.
I'll be in Virginia for the summer. I've gotten into a show at the Grove (very exciting - I get to play a villain for the first time ever. My job is to be gorgeous and a bitch for the entire show - I think I can handle that) and I'm looking for a job that will pay the bills. In the meantime, I'll be teaching voice lessons and taking in the occasional babysitting job. Momma and Daddy want me to move back home, and since Sierra got into Clarion University's MLS program, she wants me to come to Clarion with her in the fall to be her roommate, which is certainly something to consider. I ended up talking to her last night and she said that my communication issues (something that has been complained about by significant others frequently) stem back to being put in "time-out" when I was a kid, rather than being encouraged to argue with my parents. I can see that. When I get angry or upset, I have this tendency to need alone-time in which to think and calm down, and significant others don't tend to like that very much.
Anyway. I'm done sacrificing myself for a significant other. I am drained and tired and now I'm really just in the mood to be not-serious and not-grown up about life.
Anyway, laryngitis is a bitch. I had it for the first time ever and managed to lose my voice for over a week, and then wasn't allowed to sing for three weeks. I'm being allowed a short voice lesson today, but I'm still raspy so we'll see how long I'll be allowed to phonate before being banned once more.
I'm exhausted. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. Usually I get sort of a post-Easter high, but since graduation is imminent, I'm feeling the drain acutely. Luckily, there are some lovely May-term plans happening - my friend Jarod is having a Buffy-viewing party (unfortunately focused on Spike rather than a more interesting character, but whatevs), then the next night my friend Liz is having a Not-Yet-Old birthday party. Good times, there.
I'll be in Virginia for the summer. I've gotten into a show at the Grove (very exciting - I get to play a villain for the first time ever. My job is to be gorgeous and a bitch for the entire show - I think I can handle that) and I'm looking for a job that will pay the bills. In the meantime, I'll be teaching voice lessons and taking in the occasional babysitting job. Momma and Daddy want me to move back home, and since Sierra got into Clarion University's MLS program, she wants me to come to Clarion with her in the fall to be her roommate, which is certainly something to consider. I ended up talking to her last night and she said that my communication issues (something that has been complained about by significant others frequently) stem back to being put in "time-out" when I was a kid, rather than being encouraged to argue with my parents. I can see that. When I get angry or upset, I have this tendency to need alone-time in which to think and calm down, and significant others don't tend to like that very much.
Anyway. I'm done sacrificing myself for a significant other. I am drained and tired and now I'm really just in the mood to be not-serious and not-grown up about life.
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