First and foremost: I've officially started university (which is old news to pretty much everybody, but typing it out still makes me feel lovely and giddy). There really hasn't been much time to actually let myself get accustomed to everything, since our Department essentially just throws us in and makes us figure things out for ourselves.
Backing uuuuup quite a bit: we had our first Company Meeting sometime last week (already, it's become a blur!), and all of us first-years got a chance to meet all our heads, and see the designs for the first show we're putting up, called Wounds to the Face. More on that later, because while it sounds really, really interesting, it takes a bit of time to explain.
Crew's also started, which means, for me, no work for a little while, lots and lots of work moving things and loading the set in, and then no work again.
This morning, our regular Stagecraft lecture was thrown out the window, and we spent three hours in our BIGBIG theatre, going over terms, and then we had a walk-around tour. Let me tell you, being 75 feet off the ground, with only an inch-and-a-half of steel grating between you and a rather nasty free-fall, is a pretty eye-opening experience.
That's about it for actual school-related stuff, aside from classes, which are pretty neat for the most part. I absolutely adore my Theatre professors. That's about everything I can say on the matter without rambling on for lines and lines of text. They're fabulous. Seriously. Love 'em.
Also: it's finally starting cooling down to acceptable temperatures around here, which means cozy sweaters, thick wooly scarves, and of course, coats. Coloured leaves and pumpkin-flavoured everything (I think every single coffee shop here serves a pumpkin-spice latte; personally, I don't like. Not really), puffs of breath and bundling up on chilly nights. I find I do a lot more reading during this kind of weather, because it just seems like the perfect environment for it. I'm still plugging away at the Book List, and enjoying quite a few of them - I've also made some changes to the list itself, because some books are just impossible to find.
The ones that stand out as absolutely beautiful pieces of literature?
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| Rules of Civility by Amor Towles |
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| The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafòn |
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| The Mysteries of Pittsburgh by Michael Chabon |
I highly recommend all of them! I'd elaborate, but generally, if a book makes my head fall back and puts a lump in my throat, there's way too much to even talk about. But yes; if you get the chance, pick any of them up and love them a little.
And nooooooow I think it's probably best I get on with my Stagecraft assignment. I need to start channelling my Hemingway (does anybody understand how amazed I was when my prof told us to try and emulate Ernest? No long-winded essay-writing!) to get the narrative right, but I'm determined to do well on this assignment.
Just switched the kettle on, and organised my notes, and I am all set to go!
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