I am currently "vacationing" - that is, I'm in PA for an entire week (Momma and Daddy are over the moon - I haven't been home for a full week since Christmas) to finish a root canal this afternoon. I really don't need to take a full week for the procedure, but I really did want to see the family for a little while.
I've already been roped into riding on the church float in the July Fourth parade, which will also mean that I'll go to the park for some of the festivities on said day. (I count myself lucky - I narrowly escaped walking and holding a banner, on the basis that I'm visiting and the banners are bigger than me.)
It's been pretty peaceful in the short time I've been here thus far. I had a bath last night and neglected to subdue my hair with chemicals while it was wet, so I'm sporting a Hermione Granger look this morning - but it's all good. Later today, I'll be running a few errands in and around Lewisburg, mainly because I miss driving around here. It's so pretty and it's one of my favorite things to do. I'm mainly just looking forward to relaxing and figuring out how to sleep in again - I lost that ability between last summer and my school year, so I'm struggling to get that back.
A couple of jobs in the offing post-graduation. The first, which is looking like a lot of fun, is part-time au pair to a 3-month old little girl. Her family wants to take me on vacation with them so I can watch the baby. I am okay with that. (Hello, paid vacation? Oh yes. And the baby is well behaved, so it's not exactly a hardship.) Also, I'm applying over at Little Keswick School to be a residential counselor - it's a boarding school for boys with learning disabilities, and if I do the right paperwork, they'll pay for me to get my masters' in teaching. Also-also, it's only about half the week spent there so I can keep my other jobs.
Mrr. I may have just written myself out.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Huh
I'm graduated. I have graduated with a BA in theatre, a minor in vocal performance, and with distinction in my major.
And, believe it or not, I am actually thinking about going on for my master's in teaching.
Ah yes. Paul and I are dating. It is all official and stuff. After four years, we have finally settled down and figured out how to date each other.
I don't feel grown-up at all. That's kind of a gyp. But I'm relaxed, for all that I spent the last week with an infected half-done root canal in Disneyworld. I have never taken so much Vicodin in my life. Also, withdrawal blows. But I still like Epcot as much as I did last time. And I discovered that Moroccan cuisine is amazing.
This is a disjointed post. But it's all good.
And, believe it or not, I am actually thinking about going on for my master's in teaching.
Ah yes. Paul and I are dating. It is all official and stuff. After four years, we have finally settled down and figured out how to date each other.
I don't feel grown-up at all. That's kind of a gyp. But I'm relaxed, for all that I spent the last week with an infected half-done root canal in Disneyworld. I have never taken so much Vicodin in my life. Also, withdrawal blows. But I still like Epcot as much as I did last time. And I discovered that Moroccan cuisine is amazing.
This is a disjointed post. But it's all good.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
And then God said....
....that I SHALL GRADUATE ON TIME!!!!! WOO!
In other words, I passed math. With a C-. I haven't had a C- in math since high school. Hot damn, life just started to rock. Because I don't have to commit ritual suicide now rather than tell my parents I won't be graduating.
BECAUSE I WILL BE.
And now I will never have to look at algebra again.
In other words, I passed math. With a C-. I haven't had a C- in math since high school. Hot damn, life just started to rock. Because I don't have to commit ritual suicide now rather than tell my parents I won't be graduating.
BECAUSE I WILL BE.
And now I will never have to look at algebra again.
Friday, May 1, 2009
These Times, They Are a'Changin
May Term time once more. My class (Mediation in Theory and Practice) keeps me struggling to stay awake from 9:30 to noon at the very latest (luckily, he likes to let us out early). Sometimes I can get a wise-crack in (my classroom trademark), but it's not often and I believe yesterday I made a list of things to do, a list of things I need from home (already wrote that, actually), and a list of goals for the summertime.
On top of my new job at Barren Ridge, starting next week it looks like I'll have a steady babysitting job, as well. She's quite small (barely one) and her parents want to experiment with having her be somewhere not home with someone not her parents - which is where I come in. And hey - I get to spend time with a baby. I like babies and this way, I have a temporary baby. See also, I can totally call myself a professional nanny now. Like Mary Poppins.
Mrr. I'm really just waiting for all my exam scores at this point. Professors are SLOW with the grading. Why do so many of them wait until the end of exam week to start grading? Ooh! I had coffee with Ali yesterday, which was lovely. We don't often have time to meet up just to talk anymore (even though she really just lives down the street from me now), and we were able to really catch up. (Also, CotC's chai lattes are pretty nice.)
And now I must get to my homework. Ew.
On top of my new job at Barren Ridge, starting next week it looks like I'll have a steady babysitting job, as well. She's quite small (barely one) and her parents want to experiment with having her be somewhere not home with someone not her parents - which is where I come in. And hey - I get to spend time with a baby. I like babies and this way, I have a temporary baby. See also, I can totally call myself a professional nanny now. Like Mary Poppins.
Mrr. I'm really just waiting for all my exam scores at this point. Professors are SLOW with the grading. Why do so many of them wait until the end of exam week to start grading? Ooh! I had coffee with Ali yesterday, which was lovely. We don't often have time to meet up just to talk anymore (even though she really just lives down the street from me now), and we were able to really catch up. (Also, CotC's chai lattes are pretty nice.)
And now I must get to my homework. Ew.
Monday, April 27, 2009
It Is Finished
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?
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?
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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