Actually I'm just trying to consolidate everything in one place, so The Brunch Platter can now be found here: http://brunchplatter.wordpress.com/
This means that my fun blog and my professional blog are in the same place. In fact, here's a link to my professional blog: http://shkowalsky.wordpress.com/
And, should you really feel the need to stalk me on the interwebs, check out Orange Learners, a collaborative blog with by 5 distance learning Syracuse Students: http://orangelearners.wordpress.com/
Come visit! I'd love to see you all there! And by see you...eh, you get it.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I used to be a contender...
I miss theater.
Sure, I've been the choreographer for a local middle school for the past 3 years but that's not THEATER theater. That's being a teacher and making sure the kids don't accidentally fall off the edge of the stage the first time they work under the stage lights while simultaneously hoping that they remember to take the chair off when they exit stage left so it isn't accidentally left in the middle of the stage during the full cast dance number.
What I miss is the camaraderie. The friendships. The late night rehearsals that ended in random visits to diners for horribly bad food that didn't affect my stomach because I was young and in college and if I slept until 1pm it was fine - no one I knew would be conscious until at least 5pm which was, conveniently, just about half an hour before rehearsal started.
This all began because I am teaching a theater course (as one of my many current part-time jobs) and I went looking through some old scripts to find material for them to read as monologues. I don't miss acting per se (I think I'm a better director than actor) but I do miss trying out how words feel and practicing the same line with three or four different emotions. You don't really get to do that in real life so much. Well, okay, you can but people won't be sitting next to you on the bus.
Since I met most (read: ALL of my post-high school) friends through theater somehow, I think I also miss the teamwork and friendships that go into making a good show. I used to love performing not for the attention (fine, a little bit for the attention) but mostly for the fun of exploring someone else's life with a group of people who rooted for you.
As you get older, you have less people rooting for you. I'm pretty sure that this is because at the end of a good week of work, you don't have 60-100 of your closest friends showing up at your apartment looking for the free booze.
*sigh*
I miss college. Who knew.
Sure, I've been the choreographer for a local middle school for the past 3 years but that's not THEATER theater. That's being a teacher and making sure the kids don't accidentally fall off the edge of the stage the first time they work under the stage lights while simultaneously hoping that they remember to take the chair off when they exit stage left so it isn't accidentally left in the middle of the stage during the full cast dance number.
What I miss is the camaraderie. The friendships. The late night rehearsals that ended in random visits to diners for horribly bad food that didn't affect my stomach because I was young and in college and if I slept until 1pm it was fine - no one I knew would be conscious until at least 5pm which was, conveniently, just about half an hour before rehearsal started.
This all began because I am teaching a theater course (as one of my many current part-time jobs) and I went looking through some old scripts to find material for them to read as monologues. I don't miss acting per se (I think I'm a better director than actor) but I do miss trying out how words feel and practicing the same line with three or four different emotions. You don't really get to do that in real life so much. Well, okay, you can but people won't be sitting next to you on the bus.
Since I met most (read: ALL of my post-high school) friends through theater somehow, I think I also miss the teamwork and friendships that go into making a good show. I used to love performing not for the attention (fine, a little bit for the attention) but mostly for the fun of exploring someone else's life with a group of people who rooted for you.
As you get older, you have less people rooting for you. I'm pretty sure that this is because at the end of a good week of work, you don't have 60-100 of your closest friends showing up at your apartment looking for the free booze.
*sigh*
I miss college. Who knew.
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