I think I can. I think I can.

Coming to Catawba has thrown me into the theatre with full force; it's just a little more force than I expected. Lately, I've been spending more time in the theatre than in class or sleeping. So, for the past five nights I've been teching for Women of Lockerbie and I'll continue to tech every night until Saturday. It doesn't require me to do much; a lot of laundry. 

On top of my 10 hours working in the shop I've been here, the theatre, from 5:15-10:30, to make sure costumes are in order. But it's not just wardrobe, I'm also working on the upcoming show, The Last Journey of 6330. What is that? It doesn't sound familiar... you instinctively say. To answer your first question: It's about trains. A train. 6330. Now, for the second: that's because it's an original piece. The director, actors and other creative thinkers have come together to piece together railway stories, myths and music. We finally have a semi-script and it's still in progress. 

Along with wardrobe for Lockerbie I'm also trying to piece together multimedia for 6330. I've been in production meetings for the past 4 Wednesdays and they will continue until the show is up on it's feet and on the stage. Multimedia sounds kind of unclear, I know. I thought the same thing when I was told that, too. Here's a definition: during the show there are to be photographs and video clips of trains and all things related being shown as projections. I am to gather the photos, videos, and whatever else that is needed along with working the projector which is done through computer(?) To be honest, I'm still not fully clear on my job, that's why I'm meeting with the director tomorrow. But in the meantime, I've found some great photographs...

False! Black bears.

I'm going to overdose on The Office and I'm okay with this. The Office is brilliant. June, someone on my hall, has all of the seasons on dvd. It's amazing! When there's downtime, it's Officetime. This leads me to my next topic of conversation: Jim aka John Krasinski is waxy. Mmm. He's just... just so pretty.

So, I'm far enough into the semester to let you in on how I feel about my classes. So, lets begin, shall we?

Spanish: The bane of my existence. I have it every other morning for fifty minutes at 9 o'clock. The main reason why I don't like it is el profesor asks questions. I'm not good at answering. I can memorize, I can take quizzes, I cannot answer your spanish questions because I have no idea what you are saying. It's frustrating because I have to think about it. I can't just spit words out of my face in a language that I don't understand. I have never had any sort of spanish class before this one, so I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. I've already had a quiz and test.

Movement: Yes, I'm taking a movement class. It's okay. I usually like it. There's a ton of homework; papers, worksheets... loads and loads of worksheets. However, I have to walk all the way from the dance studio to Ketner in under 10 minutes. It sounds easy, I know. Even though the campus is small, it's the two furthest points and that is the distance from the dance studio to Ketner. So, I'm usually gross from running around for an hour, then I have to truck it to Ketner for math.

Math: Oh, yes. Statistics. Math. I. Hate. It. So far it's not bad. But. I. Still. Hate. It. I have a test on Wednesday. (i hate it.)

Analysis of Dramatic Literature: My favorite class. I'm not being sarcastic. It's great. I love talking about the plays, even though some of them are crap. Gosh, I love literature. And I love that everyone else talks about them. It's just a good class. PS my teacher is awesome. He's a cool guy.

Lighting: This class is overload sometimes. It's hard but I'm trying. I think it will eventually click and it'll make sense, but right now my brain is rejecting the information.

Cafeteria food is gross. Catawba ranks 2nd for worst cafeteria food in the country. Gross. The only thing you can count on to be semi-edible are the potatoes and pizza.

I hang out a lot. It's the only thing to do. I play a lot of cards, massacre, play sardines in Ketner at unreasonable hours, play in the rain, have timed the sprinklers to know when they go off so I can go frolicking, invented pingponwallaball, watching The Office and doing a lot of stuff on campus. I'm also saving a lot of money. I walk everywhere so I don't have to spend money on gas. I haven't been eating out; I've been maybe twice, whereas in Charlotte I ate out a lot. 

I never have time to do laundry.

So, life is really busy. I work in the theatre almost everyday and I like it. I have tech coming up this weekend for Women of Lockerbie. It's a great show-- I'm very impressed by it. Now, I need to leave so I can play Uno.

Carmen.

I'm trying.

Pop Tarts are amazing. It doesn't matter how old someone gets, how could they turn them down? They can't. My dad bought me some and then he bought himself some. Pop Tarts are perfectly bad for the body but that doesn't seem to matter. Yum.

Life is terrific at this second. I found out that my Spanish professor's daughter had a baby so he was swept away to Minnesota. So that quiz that I was freaking out about is postponed. No class/quiz tomorrow, no class/quiz on Friday. It's a Labor Day miracle!

I had to read The Goat or Who Is Sylvia and it is the worst play I have ever read. Not only is the subject disgusting but the writing was just terrible and hard to follow. If anyone considers reading this, don't. Terrible.

I'm very sorry about this post. It's kind of boring but I'm going to try to get back into it. I've kind of ignored it. Even though I am quite busy, I'll see what I can do. 

Carmen.