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Jul. 19th, 2007 10:39 pmGratuitous icon and layout post (the image is me, playing the Ghost of Christmas Past four years ago, and is one of my favorite pictures of myself).
The long-expected emotional meltdown finally hit tonight, when Mom broached the subject of textbooks. As I tried to figure out what courses I'm taking even have textbooks, I discovered that my computer wouldn't let me copy and paste text. Simply would not.
At which point I burst into tears of total frustration.
I didn't calm down until dinner at a restaurant with my best friend was well underway, but I did eventually calm down. Thus, I've now more or less completed the transition to my new computer (who needs a name; I'm inclined towards Louise the Latest, to go with my iPod, Louise the Lesser).
And now, I will talk about my fucking, fucking AMAZING rehearsal.
As of yesterday, Creon was struggling and paraphrasing her way through the last quarter of the play (from the point where Creon tells Antigone the story of Eteocles and Polynices, for those familiar with the play). It was frustrating for her, it was frustrating for the director, it was frustrating for me.
And today? She cooked right through the speech, almost word-perfect, and kept it up through the end of the show.
But it's more than that. I always had faith that she'd pull it off by opening night. What got me today was that there was a show. Up until today, it's been five kids onstage reciting lines and two actors moving around them.
Today, there were seven actors and a dozen characters onstage. I caught myself leaning forward in my seat as Creon and Antigone argued back and forth because of the sheer tension and excitement radiating off the stage. It was -- it -- God, I can't describe it. If you've been to a play where you've been caught up in the action, you know what I mean. And if you've taught someone and watched them succeed, then you know what I mean. I literally choked up, I was so proud of them.
We have a show and I am so damn glad.
The meltdown today is nothing to what Sunday night'll be, at this rate.
The long-expected emotional meltdown finally hit tonight, when Mom broached the subject of textbooks. As I tried to figure out what courses I'm taking even have textbooks, I discovered that my computer wouldn't let me copy and paste text. Simply would not.
At which point I burst into tears of total frustration.
I didn't calm down until dinner at a restaurant with my best friend was well underway, but I did eventually calm down. Thus, I've now more or less completed the transition to my new computer (who needs a name; I'm inclined towards Louise the Latest, to go with my iPod, Louise the Lesser).
And now, I will talk about my fucking, fucking AMAZING rehearsal.
As of yesterday, Creon was struggling and paraphrasing her way through the last quarter of the play (from the point where Creon tells Antigone the story of Eteocles and Polynices, for those familiar with the play). It was frustrating for her, it was frustrating for the director, it was frustrating for me.
And today? She cooked right through the speech, almost word-perfect, and kept it up through the end of the show.
But it's more than that. I always had faith that she'd pull it off by opening night. What got me today was that there was a show. Up until today, it's been five kids onstage reciting lines and two actors moving around them.
Today, there were seven actors and a dozen characters onstage. I caught myself leaning forward in my seat as Creon and Antigone argued back and forth because of the sheer tension and excitement radiating off the stage. It was -- it -- God, I can't describe it. If you've been to a play where you've been caught up in the action, you know what I mean. And if you've taught someone and watched them succeed, then you know what I mean. I literally choked up, I was so proud of them.
We have a show and I am so damn glad.
The meltdown today is nothing to what Sunday night'll be, at this rate.
