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Sep. 8th, 2005 12:40 amAh, senior year. Busy already.
I went to the Registrar today and handed in all my add forms - so I'm a real student again. I'm taking:
MONDAY:
Nothing. Sleep in, recover from the weekend, do a little work, play with the Playstation 2 (we got a PS2! This is the first game console I've bought on my own! And I split it with Hardy-san! But nonwithstanding! Hurray! And I've already taken it apart to fix it twice! Plus, I may be addicted to Hitman 2! Dammit, McNaney, why didn't I listen to you?).
TUESDAY:
Intro Jazz Dance: All that stuff Donna taught me in London? Gone. Tyler and I stumble around like asses, while Abby Saxon does the Charleston left and right. By rights, we should conquer this class, but we seem to have forgotten all we know of jazz dancing. Hopefully, we will improve with time, if we can get the opposition shoulder thing down.
The Russian Empire, 1552-1917: With the infamous Miki Pohl. This is the class that features peasants ripping apart clothing and taking dumps in suitcases. And I get to share this wonder with Troy Bailey and Alex Yakovleff.
Russian Historical Fiction: Taught by the amazing Dan Ungurianu, who spends half the time mumbling Russian witticisms. "This class is rather small, so, rather dire implications for you all, da? Cannot hide behind your comrades. Orosho!" Unfortunately, I have been forced to stomach Sir Walter Scott's Rob Roy, which may be a classic but is still ponderously slow going. And Dan isn't shy about giving reading assignments. I've sworn to be good about doing my reading for Russian this year, so I've been up to page 345 with only a few complaints and forswearings, but who knows how much longer this will continue.... I do like attending the class though. Dan's awesome.
WEDNESDAY:
Chekhov Seminar: This will be the challenge class of the semester. Seems very intense. Only about 10 people in it, and I know them all, which is fun, but VERY heavy on the readings. Luckily it meets only once a week, I don't think my brain could handle that much argument about what constitues theatricality (this is a far more knotty problem than one might think).
Thursday repeats Tuesday, and Friday repeats Monday. Nice and symmetrical, and with four day weekends. Plus, no classes beginning earlier than noon. I love this schedule.
Other demands on time include the Department, of course. I found out my casting, and surprise, surprise, it's Romeo and Juliet. As Lord Capulet. This promises to be very cool, actually - the director is visiting faculty from London, and seems very capable and dynamic in her own way (and very very English). I just haven't gotten excited about it yet. Third time in my life, and second this year. Memorizing should be pretty easy. And Ryan Walter is playing Mercutio, which is beyond fantastic. Everyone swears that it's the best casting in the history of ever, so I'm sure I'll end up loving it... just with a little time.
Aside from classes and department stuff (which hasn't properly started yet for me, not until next week - Morgan will be in single occupancy mode then), I've been roaming around campus, feeling weird to be back doing academic stuff. It's like I missed out on a lot of school, but on the other hand, I might have never left. The most striking difference is the number of people I don't know / have never seen before (especially in the department). Most of the younger kids are total strangers, but the year is young. Studio 24 has already hosted quite a variety of people in various states of intoxication, but not enough to totally destroy the house - which is how we are intending to keep it. Only screaming parties for casts and acapella, thank you. It would appear that C-Block in the TH's is the party destination, which is a bit of a schlepp, but with Kat and Kara and Jen Lagasse and Adam and Ali and Alison and Jess, how can you go wrong? Morg and Lauren and Binakka and I all attempted to go to a TA party this past weekend, but it turned out to be a failure - not in terms of scale, but in terms of scene (bloody freshmen everywhere), so we contented ourselves with yelling, being drunks, and then hanging out with Emi and Mike Klein and Rach, who were not averse to howling songs at 3AM in my room. Rock.
AIM isn't working, and that's grinding my gears.
Evan should be up sometime this week to drop off his drums and either practice or get hammered (or, preferably, both). Morg and I went on an expedition to the city for a taste of Brother Jimmy's All You Can Eat Ribs And Beer (as popularized by McNaney and Co and which turned out to have Jesse living right nearby) and to rerecruit Joe for serious into the band (whatever that might be). We still need a goddamn name. And a PA system - though the PA might prove easier to come by. I've decided I want to call it Yankee Go Home, but getting anyone to agree on anything is like pulling teeth with a dildo. Not easy.
Might as well open this up to the LJ readership: Band names? Comment sie hier. "Pulling Teeth With Dildoes" will not be accepted as a valid entry.
And my arms bloody hurt from going to the gym. I ought to figure out some better stretches. Or go drunk. Mmm. Local anaesthetic.
I went to the Registrar today and handed in all my add forms - so I'm a real student again. I'm taking:
MONDAY:
Nothing. Sleep in, recover from the weekend, do a little work, play with the Playstation 2 (we got a PS2! This is the first game console I've bought on my own! And I split it with Hardy-san! But nonwithstanding! Hurray! And I've already taken it apart to fix it twice! Plus, I may be addicted to Hitman 2! Dammit, McNaney, why didn't I listen to you?).
TUESDAY:
Intro Jazz Dance: All that stuff Donna taught me in London? Gone. Tyler and I stumble around like asses, while Abby Saxon does the Charleston left and right. By rights, we should conquer this class, but we seem to have forgotten all we know of jazz dancing. Hopefully, we will improve with time, if we can get the opposition shoulder thing down.
The Russian Empire, 1552-1917: With the infamous Miki Pohl. This is the class that features peasants ripping apart clothing and taking dumps in suitcases. And I get to share this wonder with Troy Bailey and Alex Yakovleff.
Russian Historical Fiction: Taught by the amazing Dan Ungurianu, who spends half the time mumbling Russian witticisms. "This class is rather small, so, rather dire implications for you all, da? Cannot hide behind your comrades. Orosho!" Unfortunately, I have been forced to stomach Sir Walter Scott's Rob Roy, which may be a classic but is still ponderously slow going. And Dan isn't shy about giving reading assignments. I've sworn to be good about doing my reading for Russian this year, so I've been up to page 345 with only a few complaints and forswearings, but who knows how much longer this will continue.... I do like attending the class though. Dan's awesome.
WEDNESDAY:
Chekhov Seminar: This will be the challenge class of the semester. Seems very intense. Only about 10 people in it, and I know them all, which is fun, but VERY heavy on the readings. Luckily it meets only once a week, I don't think my brain could handle that much argument about what constitues theatricality (this is a far more knotty problem than one might think).
Thursday repeats Tuesday, and Friday repeats Monday. Nice and symmetrical, and with four day weekends. Plus, no classes beginning earlier than noon. I love this schedule.
Other demands on time include the Department, of course. I found out my casting, and surprise, surprise, it's Romeo and Juliet. As Lord Capulet. This promises to be very cool, actually - the director is visiting faculty from London, and seems very capable and dynamic in her own way (and very very English). I just haven't gotten excited about it yet. Third time in my life, and second this year. Memorizing should be pretty easy. And Ryan Walter is playing Mercutio, which is beyond fantastic. Everyone swears that it's the best casting in the history of ever, so I'm sure I'll end up loving it... just with a little time.
Aside from classes and department stuff (which hasn't properly started yet for me, not until next week - Morgan will be in single occupancy mode then), I've been roaming around campus, feeling weird to be back doing academic stuff. It's like I missed out on a lot of school, but on the other hand, I might have never left. The most striking difference is the number of people I don't know / have never seen before (especially in the department). Most of the younger kids are total strangers, but the year is young. Studio 24 has already hosted quite a variety of people in various states of intoxication, but not enough to totally destroy the house - which is how we are intending to keep it. Only screaming parties for casts and acapella, thank you. It would appear that C-Block in the TH's is the party destination, which is a bit of a schlepp, but with Kat and Kara and Jen Lagasse and Adam and Ali and Alison and Jess, how can you go wrong? Morg and Lauren and Binakka and I all attempted to go to a TA party this past weekend, but it turned out to be a failure - not in terms of scale, but in terms of scene (bloody freshmen everywhere), so we contented ourselves with yelling, being drunks, and then hanging out with Emi and Mike Klein and Rach, who were not averse to howling songs at 3AM in my room. Rock.
AIM isn't working, and that's grinding my gears.
Evan should be up sometime this week to drop off his drums and either practice or get hammered (or, preferably, both). Morg and I went on an expedition to the city for a taste of Brother Jimmy's All You Can Eat Ribs And Beer (as popularized by McNaney and Co and which turned out to have Jesse living right nearby) and to rerecruit Joe for serious into the band (whatever that might be). We still need a goddamn name. And a PA system - though the PA might prove easier to come by. I've decided I want to call it Yankee Go Home, but getting anyone to agree on anything is like pulling teeth with a dildo. Not easy.
Might as well open this up to the LJ readership: Band names? Comment sie hier. "Pulling Teeth With Dildoes" will not be accepted as a valid entry.
And my arms bloody hurt from going to the gym. I ought to figure out some better stretches. Or go drunk. Mmm. Local anaesthetic.
