School School School

Yesterday was my first day of real college classes. I'm not sure how I feel about them as of yet. I think I'll love them, once I've stopped being terrified of them. It's a wee bit intimidating to work with upperclassman whom you had admired (read: stalked on Facebook) last year. It's also intimidating to take a Political Satire Course wherein you are required to sing. Every Tuesday and Thursday. In front of said Facebook stalkees. When you are not a singer.

The class itself is quite fun already though. At the end of the term, we'll be putting on a Political Satire cabaret, which would look quite nice ensconced on my résumé so maybe that'll make up for shitting my pants on a Tues/Thurs basis.

I'm also taking Theatre in Indonesia and (hopefully; I'm still waitlisted at this point) Gay and Lesbian Performance Studies. I feel I'm maybe just a bit predictable. But that's all right; this course load will be great.

Studio starts today. Like in an hour. I'm so ready to be back in it. I don't know, it's such an indescribable feeling, being there. Which would make sense, because so much of what we learn comes from a nonverbal place.

Also, I apologize for my lack of photos this post. Bennie runs on double-A batteries and I was too lazy and poor to go out and buy a new pair.

Okay, I should get ready. I would say wish me luck, but failing is just as good as succeeding.