Boy, what a week this was!
Work was a drag, and the people were…annoying. Plus, I was very busy academically-wise, and I took my first college test. On Philosophy. It was frankly not that bad, just long — four pages long.
This week seemed a bit more unbearable than the last, due to Labor Day, which lessened the amount of time spent on campus.
I’m a bit nervous about next Monday, because that’s the day of my Theater preliminaries. They were due this week, but a girl from my group wasn’t here. So, for us, preliminaries are on Monday, and on Wednesday we have our ‘final.’ A couple of weeks ago, the theater prof broke us off into groups — in my case, a group of three females, including myself — and assigned each group a scene from the play we were supposed to read. Each group was also assigned a ‘director.’ So basically the Theater majors, were linked with the direction majors.
At first, when we (meaning my group and I) met the director, well, he seemed a bit pretentious. And I’m not just saying that to be mean, but you know what they say…that first impressions are the ones with most import. Nonetheless, when we all met again, for rehearsels, we were shocked to see that that wasn’t the case. He was really professional. And, I really really enjoyed working with a director. It’s the first time I’ve had the opportunity to truly work with a director for an extended period of time, and it’s so beautiful to see how all of our ideas merge together, to make the scene better. I enjoyed it all so much that I even started toying with the idea of taking some direction courses in the future.
Nonetheless, the preliminaries are on Monday, and even though it’s a comedy my character isn’t funny at all. In fact, she is sick, and at the end of the scene, she dies. First, it was planned that I was going to fall to the floor, and that idea didn’t bother me in the least. Now, since it’s “funnier,” I’m supposed to collapse into a desk. After that was settled, we haven’t had any more opportunities of rehearsing, and that particular thing worries me. I mean, what if it doesn’t look realistic enough? Another thing is that, every time I fall down onto it, I always hit my stomach. And it freaking hurts! Sigh…
On Wednesday I was wearing my NYU t-shirt — which definitely shows my “Team Spirit” and love to my own school ;P — and a girl in my dorm asked me if I’d gone there, as in participated in an intership or something. I said no, that I wish I had, that I had only visited the school last summer. She told me that she had asked me because she was thinking of doing a semester or a year (I can’t remember) abroad there . And that certainly piqued my interest. Wouldn’t it be amazing me further if I could do the same thing? Except, I wouldn’t come back. I’d finish in NYU… But, to my dismay, I checked my school’s website and in my school only junior ans senior can go abroad. And, while that program is great, (I get to pay the same lowly amount I am now to study in NYU?! Whoa.) I can’t wait until I’m in my junior year to leave. I’d kill myself. I would do it, if only I’d like this place. But there are so many things I hate. And it isn’t just about the school itself. They’re not about the friends issue… It’s so much more. (Fyi, NYU was one of my top-choices, up until I realized that a. I wasn’t going to be able to pay their tuition — they’re so expensive — and, b. They weren’t going to accept me.)
Also, on Wednesday, I saw the girl that I met the first week of school. (We instantly bonded on the fact that we were both freshman and homesick. We also share the same first name.) She came, with a friend, into the library while I was working. She told me she had met some girls, and that they were really nice and had a car, so they hung out a lot. Suffice to say, now she was dorming with them. (Her previous roommate wasn’t nice and always ignored her.) Now she is living in the third floor like am I, which is weird because I’ve never seen her around. Maybe that’s because of my schedule. I swear, she knew (and said hi) to so many people that went by us. And while it doesn’t surprise me — I’d knew she’d be fine; she’s so extroverted and bubbly — it made me a bit sad. I mean, how does one make friends? And I’m saying like friends friends, not just study-budies or something. It just seems so impossible to me…
Whatever.
My first Art ‘test’ is due for Sept. I have to write a two page essay on my experience of visiting the school’s Art Gallery. (It’s currently featuring a collection done by a local artist.) I’m quite freaked, and I really want to do a great job, because I’ve never written anything like that before. I mean, I have to write TWO pages about MY experience. Of course I’ve written long research projects, but not long opinionated essays. Eek! Also, he extended the date (at first, it was due for this Monday), because next Wednesday the artist will come and give a lecture, and there will also be a Q & A… Hopefully that will give me more material to write about.
Ooh, I almost forgot. Something that has been bothering me this week is my classmates. Whenever I see them around, well, if they notice me I’ll say hi or smile or something. But everyone I’ve seen — outside of classes, that is…they always ignore me. And I can’t fathom why. I mean, they don’t have to talk to me. That’s not what I want. I just want to be nice. Like for example, there is this girl in my Voice & Speech class — she always seems very nice and all. Nonetheless, she never fails to pass right by me, before I enter my Art class. I’m always there, whether I’m standing up or sitting down. And I always look, now surreptitiously, since she never looks my way, but just in case she might and I’d be able to smile or something. But she doesn’t.
Sigh. I just don’t get it. People are pathetic, period.
Peace out, y’all.
Till next time.
P.S. My birthday’s this week. On Tuesday. How fun! I’m being sarcastic, of course.
Freshman Year 