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Well, my Easter break went well; although mostly uneventful. Oddly, when first encountering someone over the break, nearly every acquaintance of mine remarked "So you're out of school for summer then?" This question both intrigued and bothered me to varying degrees. Most of my friends are college students themselves, know college students, or are generally aware of the Easter Break. Although my class schedule allowed me much for time off than most students, it seemed odd that they all made the same comments. Yes, I had the week off. Well, I had every day off save one, but there is no way I was going to waste 30 dollars worth of gas to come back for one day of school. Time and Resource management, really. But I am baffled as to why my neighbors, friends, even random folk I had not seen in years, would all ask the same question. It is true that the local college ends it semester a week before every other college, but that school still does not get out for three weeks. Fuck it, I will accept this as one of life's mysteries and move on.
As it stands, I am back in my boring apartment. Approximately 15 by 30 feet in dimension, I can safely say this is the must dull space I have have ever occupied. I have tried livening the space up; with various posters, art prints, paintings, and random shit. Actually, I am amazed that the plastic, paper-stuffed ghosts have hung above my bed for as long as they have. Nearly every other item on my walls has fallen off at some point or another, but the ghosts have stood their ground.
The following week is going to be positive melee. In addition to finishing my Theatre Thesis, a long and drawn out battle of wits, motivation, and bullshit, I am in the process of joining my school's theatre honor society (read: frat) and it has been an interesting quest. While other generations of pledges have had to endure interesting trials, focusing solely on the mental rather than physical, my group has yet to do shit. The worst was sitting in the stairwell for a half hour without speaking before being introduced to the current members and getting silly little pins we must have on our person until induction, which occurs this Friday. Although I am certainly not complaining, I must wonder if I have merely missed a meeting or some such and will be fucked over because of it. The theatre society has been a thorn in my side since Freshmen year. Almost immediately after becoming a major, one is told the requirements to join: Acting in a show, doing technical work for a show, a 3.25 QPA, and a certain number of points. The points are based on the types of jobs performed and are ultra-mega-not-so secret. I know most of the point system through clever conversations where members have told me more than they thought they had. What can I say? I'm observant. There is some lint on your shoulder, by the way.
But I digress. Joining the honor society has been a coveted goal of mine. For four years I have seen my acting brethen join the society's ranks, while I, the only technical theatre concentration at the college, was passed over time and again. Although I am not prone to feeling left-out, I am very much a feminist, an oppositionist, and a pain in the ass. If you tell me I cannot do something, not only will I do it, but I will often do it better than you. It's how I am, really. So after four years, I have been invited to the society. I am joining, not because I feel it will boost my number of friends (I know the members quite dearly already). I am not joining because I want the supposed advantage and mark on my resume. I am doing it because so help me God, no one thought I could. It has often made me feel left out, seeing my friends noted for being in a lousy frat when I often did the same amount of the work. It pissed me off, hearing that the last non-acting concentration to make it through was in 2001 and did not get in until six weeks before graduation. So why do I want in to a snooty frat that seems to be stacked against technicians/stage managers? Because throughout my life, people have found a reason to exclude me. I'm a girl. I don't wear the right clothes. I swear to much. I'm too smart. I don't do drugs. Well fuck that. This time, I have played by the rules and upheld my personal code of honor and conduct, and after four years they cannot find another reason to exclude me.
Joining the frat is not selling out, I will not be in it long enough to feel any sense of peer pressure, I will not have to do any stupid fundraisers or help set up a banquet. Pretty much, I will be a member long enough to have the title without the responsibilities. That's cool in my book. This is a personal victory, and I hope it tastes like shit in the mouths of my detractors when for once, I am judged by others to be what I know that I am- an equal.
Well, my Easter break went well; although mostly uneventful. Oddly, when first encountering someone over the break, nearly every acquaintance of mine remarked "So you're out of school for summer then?" This question both intrigued and bothered me to varying degrees. Most of my friends are college students themselves, know college students, or are generally aware of the Easter Break. Although my class schedule allowed me much for time off than most students, it seemed odd that they all made the same comments. Yes, I had the week off. Well, I had every day off save one, but there is no way I was going to waste 30 dollars worth of gas to come back for one day of school. Time and Resource management, really. But I am baffled as to why my neighbors, friends, even random folk I had not seen in years, would all ask the same question. It is true that the local college ends it semester a week before every other college, but that school still does not get out for three weeks. Fuck it, I will accept this as one of life's mysteries and move on.
As it stands, I am back in my boring apartment. Approximately 15 by 30 feet in dimension, I can safely say this is the must dull space I have have ever occupied. I have tried livening the space up; with various posters, art prints, paintings, and random shit. Actually, I am amazed that the plastic, paper-stuffed ghosts have hung above my bed for as long as they have. Nearly every other item on my walls has fallen off at some point or another, but the ghosts have stood their ground.
The following week is going to be positive melee. In addition to finishing my Theatre Thesis, a long and drawn out battle of wits, motivation, and bullshit, I am in the process of joining my school's theatre honor society (read: frat) and it has been an interesting quest. While other generations of pledges have had to endure interesting trials, focusing solely on the mental rather than physical, my group has yet to do shit. The worst was sitting in the stairwell for a half hour without speaking before being introduced to the current members and getting silly little pins we must have on our person until induction, which occurs this Friday. Although I am certainly not complaining, I must wonder if I have merely missed a meeting or some such and will be fucked over because of it. The theatre society has been a thorn in my side since Freshmen year. Almost immediately after becoming a major, one is told the requirements to join: Acting in a show, doing technical work for a show, a 3.25 QPA, and a certain number of points. The points are based on the types of jobs performed and are ultra-mega-not-so secret. I know most of the point system through clever conversations where members have told me more than they thought they had. What can I say? I'm observant. There is some lint on your shoulder, by the way.
But I digress. Joining the honor society has been a coveted goal of mine. For four years I have seen my acting brethen join the society's ranks, while I, the only technical theatre concentration at the college, was passed over time and again. Although I am not prone to feeling left-out, I am very much a feminist, an oppositionist, and a pain in the ass. If you tell me I cannot do something, not only will I do it, but I will often do it better than you. It's how I am, really. So after four years, I have been invited to the society. I am joining, not because I feel it will boost my number of friends (I know the members quite dearly already). I am not joining because I want the supposed advantage and mark on my resume. I am doing it because so help me God, no one thought I could. It has often made me feel left out, seeing my friends noted for being in a lousy frat when I often did the same amount of the work. It pissed me off, hearing that the last non-acting concentration to make it through was in 2001 and did not get in until six weeks before graduation. So why do I want in to a snooty frat that seems to be stacked against technicians/stage managers? Because throughout my life, people have found a reason to exclude me. I'm a girl. I don't wear the right clothes. I swear to much. I'm too smart. I don't do drugs. Well fuck that. This time, I have played by the rules and upheld my personal code of honor and conduct, and after four years they cannot find another reason to exclude me.
Joining the frat is not selling out, I will not be in it long enough to feel any sense of peer pressure, I will not have to do any stupid fundraisers or help set up a banquet. Pretty much, I will be a member long enough to have the title without the responsibilities. That's cool in my book. This is a personal victory, and I hope it tastes like shit in the mouths of my detractors when for once, I am judged by others to be what I know that I am- an equal.
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