Two finals, actually. One is for my Career Seminar Theatre class, the senior class - I've got contrasting monologues and an interview to do. Shouldn't be so hard, only that my brain hasn't been wanting to absorb the monologues. In fact, it's been trying to kick out everything altogether. I think it caught wind that it's the end of the semester.
My pieces are from Mabel in An Ideal Husband by Oscard Wilde, and Lydia in Big Love by, you guessed it, Charles Mee. I was actually given the Mee monologue by a classmate and friend, Dee Kremer. She had a whole stack of monologues she liked in her folder. What a good idea. I'ma have to steal that idea over the summer.
The second final is for Cells Genes and Molecules, or Cells Genes and Monocles as I once slipped out and shall be forever coining it. My friend Sam said if he ever taught a class about the history of genetics or some such, he'd call it that. In any case, I haven't studied, but it's cumulative. I've absorbed a good deal of info from it over the course, and I belieeeeeeeve in myself. I'll pass it.
So, I also have work before all these finals. My schedule is something like 9:30-11:30, 12:30-2:30, 2:45-4:45, 5-7. Phew. When shall I eat? Not a clue. But with the way that my stress builds and builds, I wouldn't be able to eat anyway, even if there were breaks. That one break from 11:30-12:30 is gonna be the one time I eat, and I hope to hell that I'm hungry by then.
My pieces are from Mabel in An Ideal Husband by Oscard Wilde, and Lydia in Big Love by, you guessed it, Charles Mee. I was actually given the Mee monologue by a classmate and friend, Dee Kremer. She had a whole stack of monologues she liked in her folder. What a good idea. I'ma have to steal that idea over the summer.
The second final is for Cells Genes and Molecules, or Cells Genes and Monocles as I once slipped out and shall be forever coining it. My friend Sam said if he ever taught a class about the history of genetics or some such, he'd call it that. In any case, I haven't studied, but it's cumulative. I've absorbed a good deal of info from it over the course, and I belieeeeeeeve in myself. I'll pass it.
So, I also have work before all these finals. My schedule is something like 9:30-11:30, 12:30-2:30, 2:45-4:45, 5-7. Phew. When shall I eat? Not a clue. But with the way that my stress builds and builds, I wouldn't be able to eat anyway, even if there were breaks. That one break from 11:30-12:30 is gonna be the one time I eat, and I hope to hell that I'm hungry by then.
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