As if I wasn't already busy enough, I've been sucked into this time eater called The Caucasian Chalk Circle, which is a Brechtian play about a bunch of crap that I still don't really understand. I have spent more time sitting in the big dressing room in Ell hall than I have in my own apartment.
Now, don't get me wrong--I love to perform and I enjoy it immensely, but this play is just bananas. And three hours long. I am supposed to keep a journal about the rehearsal and performance process for a class and one journal entry says, "Today we worked on the second and third stories of the play. So I sat and did other homework for three hours."
I suppose I had nowhere to go with this, aside from being able to vent a little bit. And it serves me right because when I'm not held up in the dressing room or on stage for three hours, I am spending my time during the day steaming costumes for the 90+ characters that are portrayed in this piece.
In short, I may not be a business or premed student, but I substitute their hours upon hours of homework for costume-steaming, sitting, and suffering from cracked skin and the threat of mercury poisoning if one of the dressing room lightbulbs happens to break...again.
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