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Well, Steve finally emailed me about Desk Set to ask if I still feel up to doing it, and I said yes, so it looks like I get to keep the stage management spot. I was worried the department might decide to take it away. But now it's completely on me to be the reliable one, since it's my choice and all.
And I mean, I do feel that I can do it. Stage management is one of the few things I think I do pretty well, and I got in some practice with the summer play (which wasn't exactly stage managing, but it was close). A lot of the problem last semester was with the actual classes I was taking - I never screwed up once with my lighting practicum, except in the minor ways a n00b can be expected to screw up. But classes won't be a problem this semester. I don't anticipate any of them being too difficult except maybe Intro to Design, and I'm not actually taking very many - five, I think it was. Stage Makeup is mostly a prac, Directing is easy, Costume History and Global Perspectives are along the same lines (notes and writing papers, I assume, two things I do well). The hard part of design is that you have to actually design something as a final project, but I was starting to understand drafting last semester, so I'm marginally confident in my ability to learn even that. That's just fourteen classroom credits, and my two stage management pracs. I don't do anything else to get in the way, except that I work weekends now, but whatevs.
I guess this is the time to talk about my jobs? I wasn't planning to just yet, but yeah. I have jobs. Two of them, unexpectedly. I work as a sandwich-maker at Cousin's, and I'm a third-shift dispatcher on Friday and Saturday nights. I start both jobs tomorrow. What a world. The dispatcher job is only until I go back to school, and Cousin's I can stay with as long as they'll have me - the manager said they can give me work on weekends and school breaks.
I suppose it's better than my original plan of continuing to be bored for the rest of the month and then trying to get a job in Whitewater. This way I don't have anything except a need to be home most weekends to get in my way.
And, you know, I've noticed something. Now that I'm reading and writing again, I really do feel a lot better about life in general. I go places again - mostly the library and to movies, but it's better than before. And I don't get sick as often. Literacy as cure for depression, maybe I can patent that. ;) I'm not even fighting with my mother as much anymore. The only real argument we've had today was over fictional boyfriends, because I'm reading a series she loves, and we disagree on which guy is better for Stephanie. (I think Ranger, because Morelli's a fucking creep. Hot, but a creep. And Mom prefers Morelli because he loves her and wants to marry her, and bullshit, he's a creep. A sexy, sexy creep. Shutting up now.)
And I mean, I do feel that I can do it. Stage management is one of the few things I think I do pretty well, and I got in some practice with the summer play (which wasn't exactly stage managing, but it was close). A lot of the problem last semester was with the actual classes I was taking - I never screwed up once with my lighting practicum, except in the minor ways a n00b can be expected to screw up. But classes won't be a problem this semester. I don't anticipate any of them being too difficult except maybe Intro to Design, and I'm not actually taking very many - five, I think it was. Stage Makeup is mostly a prac, Directing is easy, Costume History and Global Perspectives are along the same lines (notes and writing papers, I assume, two things I do well). The hard part of design is that you have to actually design something as a final project, but I was starting to understand drafting last semester, so I'm marginally confident in my ability to learn even that. That's just fourteen classroom credits, and my two stage management pracs. I don't do anything else to get in the way, except that I work weekends now, but whatevs.
I guess this is the time to talk about my jobs? I wasn't planning to just yet, but yeah. I have jobs. Two of them, unexpectedly. I work as a sandwich-maker at Cousin's, and I'm a third-shift dispatcher on Friday and Saturday nights. I start both jobs tomorrow. What a world. The dispatcher job is only until I go back to school, and Cousin's I can stay with as long as they'll have me - the manager said they can give me work on weekends and school breaks.
I suppose it's better than my original plan of continuing to be bored for the rest of the month and then trying to get a job in Whitewater. This way I don't have anything except a need to be home most weekends to get in my way.
And, you know, I've noticed something. Now that I'm reading and writing again, I really do feel a lot better about life in general. I go places again - mostly the library and to movies, but it's better than before. And I don't get sick as often. Literacy as cure for depression, maybe I can patent that. ;) I'm not even fighting with my mother as much anymore. The only real argument we've had today was over fictional boyfriends, because I'm reading a series she loves, and we disagree on which guy is better for Stephanie. (I think Ranger, because Morelli's a fucking creep. Hot, but a creep. And Mom prefers Morelli because he loves her and wants to marry her, and bullshit, he's a creep. A sexy, sexy creep. Shutting up now.)