Some people think in straight lines. I don’t. My thought process is rather erratic. It’s a lot like jumping from rock to rock to get across a river instead of wading through it. A lot of the time in class (usually Block) the teacher (usually Singleton) will ask the class a question (usually about themes/symbolism), and I’ll just sit there with a blank look on my face as the kids in the front (usually Sunny) wade through the stream and slowly unearth the meaning of the story.Well, the waders didn’t do the job today, and I couldn’t advance past the idea that Tom Harrison was actually the hitchhiker and seemed a lot like the angel Raphael, wandering around and helping people. This evening, I was laying in my bed reading “The Great Gatsby” when BAM! There it was! I suddenly understood what the story was about. Too late to impress Singleton (who thinks I’m a snot, but I guess I can’t blame her), but that’s all right, because I hope to understand it, and “The Great Gatsby” (RULES), even better come Tuesday.
I forgot how long actors take to do things. I was at skit practice today, and I basically spent an hour sitting around, doing nothing, and missing a meeting, and twenty minutes actually doing things. Well, that’s all right. The realm of the theatre is no longer my own. It’s just interesting to be around a lot of somewhat disorganized and easygoing (a more cynical man might say “lethargic”) people. It was cool.