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Thank You...Half Hour
Oct. 22nd, 2008 12:25 am"Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful." ~ Buddha
There will be a forthcoming letter on what a total box of wierd that college theater ( I know it's hell week, my analogies are falling apart at the seams), but for now:
I slept very little yesterday, I may not sleep today, I accidently slept though my first class and then didn't go to the last half to finish homework, I have a paper and a half due tomorrow, I talked about shakedown, and I kind of want to curl up in a ball and cry, but then the house lights go down and the stage manager calls "places" and I remember why I do this: becasue it will always be worth it.
And there is something about theater people. Whether we mean or not, we have ingrained gratitude into our language. When time a time or places is called we say "Thank you...ten minutes" to show that we heard them, when a director thanks us for our work we don't say "you're welcome" we say "thank you" because we know we've been paid a compliment. And even when back stage must be quiet, even when we "are on standby, so you better shut up, darn it!," you can here thank you's whispered through the darkness, and through head sets, through significan glances and nods of the head. Because even when it is hell week ,and even when it's midnight , we are grateful to be doing what we are doing.
I remain,
Georgie
There will be a forthcoming letter on what a total box of wierd that college theater ( I know it's hell week, my analogies are falling apart at the seams), but for now:
I slept very little yesterday, I may not sleep today, I accidently slept though my first class and then didn't go to the last half to finish homework, I have a paper and a half due tomorrow, I talked about shakedown, and I kind of want to curl up in a ball and cry, but then the house lights go down and the stage manager calls "places" and I remember why I do this: becasue it will always be worth it.
And there is something about theater people. Whether we mean or not, we have ingrained gratitude into our language. When time a time or places is called we say "Thank you...ten minutes" to show that we heard them, when a director thanks us for our work we don't say "you're welcome" we say "thank you" because we know we've been paid a compliment. And even when back stage must be quiet, even when we "are on standby, so you better shut up, darn it!," you can here thank you's whispered through the darkness, and through head sets, through significan glances and nods of the head. Because even when it is hell week ,and even when it's midnight , we are grateful to be doing what we are doing.
I remain,
Georgie
