*thud*

[jazzfish]

Three weeks since school started. So far I have been behind in all of my classes (though I'm mostly caught up), running on an insufficient amount of sleep each and every night, and been generally worried about it all. Sleep deficit finally smacked me around yesterday, so I slept for eight hours (a "full") night) last night and will probably sleep for ten or twelve tonight.

Classes, for the morbidly curious:

Design lab. Divided into scene design, costume design, and lighting design. Lighting looks alright if a bit lecture-happy, and I haven't had scene yet. Costume is rather horrid. At ten in the morning I'm expected to be able to draw. My artistic talent is roughly equal to that of a squashed turnip, and I must copy costume "sketches" off the blackboard. Ow pain hurting. Yay for starting three days a week with Stuff Tucker Can't Do. The rest of the class is kind of random: some days it's more drawing fun, some days it's listening to lectures. I don't think I've been this unimpressed by a class in a very long time. And I'll have it all year.

Directing. I slightly fear this class, mostly because I'll have to recruit actors in the very near future. Well, actresses. It's decently fun, and I get along okay with the professor. [I think. He's not actively disliking me, at least.]

Playwriting. Another Ed Falco creative writing class. First play due Wednesday, which means there's only one more week of technique and then we get into the workshopping, which is the real meat of the class. Good stuff.

Costume shop. Mornings that don't start with Tucker Can't Draw are Tucker Can't Sew instead. That's gotten a little better after last Thursday, but before then I was about a class period behind the other people learning basic skills. Also, sergers are really, really cool.

History of Drama and Theatre ["HoDaT"], first half. Greeks, mystery plays, and Elizabethans. I am now dead certain that I dislike Greek drama [perhaps comedy will be better], in much the same way as I dislike mystery plays. On the other hand, I wrote my first paper on Heiner Müller's Artaud-inspired Medeaplay, so maybe it'll be okay. More work than last year, since there's a new professor assisting David.

Contemporary Cultures, with Bob Siegle. This class rawks. So far we've studied some abstruse theory [Roland Barthes's "From Work to Text," arguing that art is, in fact, in the eye of the beholder, and a piece on the inanity of the cult of originality have been some of the better bits] and some contemporary art. Siegle is great fun.

And now, perhaps I'll update a little more often. Like tomorrow, when I should be writing my play instead.