Today was an ass-kicker. Not that anything I did today was terribly difficult, but I was busy for pretty much every minute between noon and, oh, about 2 minutes ago. This isn't unusual for me, but it was the first day of its kind this semester, so it kind of took me by surprise. This week picks up day by day, and Romeo and Juliet starts next week, so I'll pretty much be in Energizer Bunny Mode until, oh, graduation.
Woah.
Graduation...
Nope, not time for that post yet. I've got too many other immediate things to write about. Namely, Kari Margolis, who is a guest artist at Millikin for a couple of weeks. Being in Romeo and Juliet keeps me from being eligible for casting in her project, but I did get to attend her workshop last night. She's this intense, dark-featured 53-year-old woman with deep-set eyes and wrinkles and huge curly black hair. She flaunts her fabulous physique with her black belly-tops, and who can blame her. If I look that fantastic at 53, I'll walk around naked. Hell, if I had that body now...anyway.
Her whole philosophy is about developing a tool basket for actors the way musicians have scales. It's very breath-based and physical. I could go on and on about the individual exercises she had us do, but I can sum up by saying I walked into the theatre depressed, unenergized, and pissy. I walked out with my chin up, breathing deeply, ready to conquer anything. This was after an hour and a half; and I remembered why I love theatre so fucking much. I've had a lot of realizations about myself as an actor over these (almost) four years at this school, but I feel like all of the important ones are flooding into me this semester. I'm sure they've been a long-time coming, and I'm only just now being about to point them out, but it's exciting. Anymore, the semester just feels like a slow countdown from ten. I'm ready for the 3,2,1 GO, and the anticipation is bubbling so much I feel I could burst at any second. Of course, then I talk with my friends about planning our post-graduation banquet with our parents, and I think about that Monday morning after it's all over, and I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don't know how the bubbling anticipation and the sinking dread co-exist, but co-exist they do. Writing about them now, I can almost feel the conflict, and it's giving me a kind of vertigo. I want to laugh and vomit at the same time. I'm sure anyone who has been a second semester senior would tell me this is just typical. Well, that may be so, but typical sure feels like some exotic, completely illegal, mind-blowing drug. And I don't know what's "typical" about that.
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