Two hours until call, and I already want to start doing hair and makeup. Period pieces are so fun, especially when you get to transform yourself into a Russian hag. God, I love what I do.
Like, it kind of hurts my eyes to decipher the shorthand that I created since college began. It’s actually a phenomenon. I mean, I’m happy that I’m keeping busy and like, you know, living life to the fullest and what have you, but, like, my eyes…
Once again, I’m happy that I have a major that keeps me busy and working and mingling and all of that fun stuff. But it’s hard to swallow the idea of waking up at 7am and then running around like a chicken with my head cut off until approximately 11pm.
Oh yeah, and there’s homework. And endless Irish novels to read. And plays. And papers to write. And film to edit. And lines to learn. And a play to rehearse for. And auditions to prepare for.
I’m.. I need.. Like, a helmet? Maybe? A helmet to keep my head from exploding? Does that work?
Some degrees may be useless, yes, but at least the person who is in college EARNING that degree is doing something with their lives. They have the drive and passion for something beyond a high school diploma, and that in itself is admirable.
Also, to say that theatre is a useless major boils my blood, and I’m not only stating this because I am a theatre major. Educating yourself on the fundamentals of acting, directing, stage managing, lighting design, set design, etc. is useless? Oh, OKAY! Why don’t you go tell that to your favorite actor, director, stage manager, lighting designer or set designer and see what they say to you. Or the look they give you.
While I do believe that anything relating to the arts is a gutsy path to travel, I commend EVERYONE who does so. Everyone. Because it’s a risk they’re taking with their future.
But to say that majoring in theatre basically means, “How do you feel about waiting tables?” Three words to you: Kiss. My. Ass. At least there are still people in this world who are passionate about something with substance.