....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.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tomorrow is Another Day
Well then. This week has already kind of kicked me in the face a little bit. I left my laptop in Scotsville at Greg's apartment. Got a hospital bill, because it did not go properly on the insurance. (It's a BIG hospital bill, too. Can't even pretend to pay for it minus insurance.) My paycheck from the school was not quite as large as I had hoped, so when I paid the school my final (final!) balance, that pretty much took half of that. My voice lesson (one week before my recital) sucked ass. I spent forty-five minutes on my three song French set, which was nightmarish. I was at Secret Garden rehearsal until 1:30 am Monday, and when I got home, there was smoke/steam wafting out from under the hood.
Yeah. That's right. I popped the hood and there was more smoke. Had Sam (Terry's brother and our technical director at MBC Theatre) look under the hood on Tuesday and we discovered that the radiator is busted. That's about three-hundred dollars right there. (He looked up how much the part costs, then considered the average cost of labor in this area.) So, I can't drive any further than twenty miles at a stretch. (Which means I can't go to Scotsville to get my laptop, or to take care of Greg's plants while he's gone, which I had planned on doing to surprise him.) I also need to pay my accompanist at the end of the week, so now I have managed to talk to my parents about needing a total sum of $600 this week alone.
Oh. Yeah. The one week where I absolutely need help and Greg is in South Carolina for work. Bah. And now his mom is in the hospital with heart problems.
I keep reminding myself that it could get feasibly get worse. At least my country is not in a massive civil war and my way of life is not completely torn apart. I would like to thank the kind influence of Scarlett O'Hara for showing me that my life could suck a whole lot worse now.
Yeah. That's right. I popped the hood and there was more smoke. Had Sam (Terry's brother and our technical director at MBC Theatre) look under the hood on Tuesday and we discovered that the radiator is busted. That's about three-hundred dollars right there. (He looked up how much the part costs, then considered the average cost of labor in this area.) So, I can't drive any further than twenty miles at a stretch. (Which means I can't go to Scotsville to get my laptop, or to take care of Greg's plants while he's gone, which I had planned on doing to surprise him.) I also need to pay my accompanist at the end of the week, so now I have managed to talk to my parents about needing a total sum of $600 this week alone.
Oh. Yeah. The one week where I absolutely need help and Greg is in South Carolina for work. Bah. And now his mom is in the hospital with heart problems.
I keep reminding myself that it could get feasibly get worse. At least my country is not in a massive civil war and my way of life is not completely torn apart. I would like to thank the kind influence of Scarlett O'Hara for showing me that my life could suck a whole lot worse now.
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