|Just because today is my first posting day in over a month...
||[May. 9th, 2008|04:24 pm]
The White Rabbit
Being a Charleston Theatre Kid rocks my fucking face off.
I have scars from 3 classes. Seriously.
Lighting- got my shoulder caught on a gel frame when I was prepping the lights
Costuming- burned on an iron
Stagecraft- drug my hand across a jigsaw blade (it was off, I'm just clumsy).
I got credit this semester (and an A, I might add) for sewing, doing hair and make-up, taking measurements of buff men, and running around backstage in the dark with my best friend.
I got to make a 12-inch action figure of Padme for Drafting and Rendering while making a light show cued to Duel of the Fates.
There are few things in the world more draining and rewarding than spending 12 hours in the costume shop, or being in the drafting lab til 3 AM with 10 other procrastinators the day before the final presenation is due.
I have class with these people, work with these people, have lunch with them, and go out with them after we clock out. My school ROCKS.