So we had our first Shrew dress rehearsal AND run-through last night. And I survived. YEAH!!!!!!! Actually, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it might be. As of now it's a 3 1/2 hour show. That's with notes, no assigned scene changes, people taking longer with costume changes, etc. I think we'll survive. According to Michelle, we're getting paid for this show. Not just paid, though. We're supposed to get paid by the minute we're onstage. Huh? It's not like we punch in and out or anything. I don't know who determines it, but oh well. They feed me. They're paying me. And I have the three greatest costumes I've ever had in any show EVER!!!!!!! I feel quite pretty in them (something that doesn't happen very often to be sure). My wedding dress is the greatest thing! I'm not a fan of any of my headpieces, but oh well.
I have an interview with Pioneer High School on Wednesday. I was feeling good about it, because the principal called me about it. But then again, look what happened last time. Plus, my mom works with a lady who also applied for CHS and did her student teaching there (but wasn't the one who got the job). She has called PHS about their English position. I would feel infinitely more confident if I didn't know of any other competion. Plus, she still has a job with FIS (where my mom teaches). I know it's a long drive, but at least she has a carpool. I don't have a job. I NEED a job. All the energy in my prayers lately seem devoted to this one specific topic. There's also the fact that I promised Stephanie D. I'd go with her to Utah to visit Merci in a couple of weeks if I get the job. I need to get OUTTA Nevada; at least for a short time!
I went to Tahoe with Kristen last Monday, and it looks like we're going again this Monday. Yeah! The only problem were my selected places of sunburnage. I forgot the back of my knees. My left shoulder had some issues--now it looks as though I was in a scratching fight. It's kind of funny the way they streak in a close area! I'll remember these spots NEXT time.
I might see Macbeth at Tahoe on Sunday as well. I think it'll be very different from Comedy of Errors (no dance break for Thriller, or farting, etc.), so I am interested in seeing it. Tonight I'm going to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I hope it's good.
The lyrics for this post come from the song Tom, Dick, or Harry from Kiss Me Kate. I selected it because it's what the Bianca character sings in the show, and I'm attempting to delve further into the role.
July 29, 2005
July 26, 2005
Tonight, old boy [gal], you did it!
Thank you Chris! Thank you Devon! You two are phenomenal when it comes to computer/internet stuff. Very wonderful, unlike myself. Dev gave me some wonderful tips of how to fix my issues. Chris took the image, made it smaller and e-mailed it to me. HUZZAH!!!! Anne and the lucious Gilbert shall serve as my profile image! Thanks, you two, for helping me.
I had another rehearsal with Gary, Stephanie, and Jim today. For the same scene. It went well. I like what we've got now. On Friday, we took pictures for the poster. It will have Jim, Stephanie, myself, Rachel (Hodel), and Jen (Chava). I'm excited to see how they turn out. I'll post the picture (or the link if it is such a hassle) when I can.
I called the Douglas County School District today. I've called the school, and e-mailed the principal. I figured she was on vacation, so I'd be proactive about my suspense. Apparently they've hired someone for the position. Now, that's great. I wish it was me, simply so I'd have a job, but I'm sure the other person is going to do well. What bothers me is the fact that no one called me, nor did I receive a letter, e-mail, notification of any kind. So, I've been sitting on pins and needles for a month now, and they couldn't just let me know. Isn't there a law of some sort that would hold employers responsible for notifying applicants as to whether or not they will be hired? Seriously! I hope Pioneer High School works out, but I've not been able to contact that principal to see how it's going. I've decided to apply to the state as well. Carson City Library needs an Assistant Librarian. I may not have a lot of library experience, but I think that's what I want to get my Masters in so I can be a school librarian. I've helped my mom out throughout the years, so maybe that'll count for something? Sigh.
I'm driving my mom into her surgery tomorrow. I hope that goes well.
I'm also going to be housesitting for my aunt and uncle next week. Uncle Jacque is starting a new job, and will be living in the Sacramento area during the week and here on the weekends. Laurie is going to San Francisco with Aunt Susan, Uncle Scott, Katie, and Zach for Katie's next brain surgery. Jolly good fun!
Chris is thinking of directing The Taming of the Shrew in March at the BAC. Our production is sort of leaving us (Chris, Warren, Leoney, and myself) disappointed, so he wants to do it right. The BAC Stage Kids will be doing a Western farce on this show called The Taming of LaRue as kind of a pre-show for that. Chris has asked me to direct it. I'm definitely mulling over the possibility. I do enjoy directing, that's for sure. We'll see . . .
The title of this post is dedicated to both Dev and Chris. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The lyrics come from the song "You Did It" from My Fair Lady.
I had another rehearsal with Gary, Stephanie, and Jim today. For the same scene. It went well. I like what we've got now. On Friday, we took pictures for the poster. It will have Jim, Stephanie, myself, Rachel (Hodel), and Jen (Chava). I'm excited to see how they turn out. I'll post the picture (or the link if it is such a hassle) when I can.
I called the Douglas County School District today. I've called the school, and e-mailed the principal. I figured she was on vacation, so I'd be proactive about my suspense. Apparently they've hired someone for the position. Now, that's great. I wish it was me, simply so I'd have a job, but I'm sure the other person is going to do well. What bothers me is the fact that no one called me, nor did I receive a letter, e-mail, notification of any kind. So, I've been sitting on pins and needles for a month now, and they couldn't just let me know. Isn't there a law of some sort that would hold employers responsible for notifying applicants as to whether or not they will be hired? Seriously! I hope Pioneer High School works out, but I've not been able to contact that principal to see how it's going. I've decided to apply to the state as well. Carson City Library needs an Assistant Librarian. I may not have a lot of library experience, but I think that's what I want to get my Masters in so I can be a school librarian. I've helped my mom out throughout the years, so maybe that'll count for something? Sigh.
I'm driving my mom into her surgery tomorrow. I hope that goes well.
I'm also going to be housesitting for my aunt and uncle next week. Uncle Jacque is starting a new job, and will be living in the Sacramento area during the week and here on the weekends. Laurie is going to San Francisco with Aunt Susan, Uncle Scott, Katie, and Zach for Katie's next brain surgery. Jolly good fun!
Chris is thinking of directing The Taming of the Shrew in March at the BAC. Our production is sort of leaving us (Chris, Warren, Leoney, and myself) disappointed, so he wants to do it right. The BAC Stage Kids will be doing a Western farce on this show called The Taming of LaRue as kind of a pre-show for that. Chris has asked me to direct it. I'm definitely mulling over the possibility. I do enjoy directing, that's for sure. We'll see . . .
The title of this post is dedicated to both Dev and Chris. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The lyrics come from the song "You Did It" from My Fair Lady.
July 25, 2005
I hope I get it!
GAAAAH!!!!!!!! In my attempt to improve my blog, I thought this picture would be PERFECT for my profile (which I could display on the sidebar). But . . . noooooooooooooo! It won't work! Help, please? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
Warren, Chris and I went up to Sand Harbor (part of Lake Tahoe for all of ye unfamiliar with where I live) to watch the production of A Comedy of Errors tonight. It was well performed and such. Even amusing at points. I just found the "humor" of the direction a bit overdone and certainly repetetive. Sigh. I've never read or seen this particular Shakespeare play. It (I deduced) had to be the inspiration for the 1980s film Big Business, with Lily Tomlin and Bette Midler. As for the other aspect of the night, we taught Warren how to play Phase 10 (an excellent card game). He was amusing to go with, because he kind of acted like a kid at the circus. He rented a chair. He had one of the staff use the shovel to dig a "ditch" for the chair, so it was more comfortable (this after we'd witnessed it being done for another and mocked it together). He bought a box dinner. He bought a program. He bought the juggling kit from the pre-show. He bought himself, Chris, and I each a deck of Shakespeare playing cards! Thanks, Warren! It was a fun evening.
And tomorrow? I'm probably going to Tahoe again, but with Kristen this time. Perhaps Christa who also goes to our church with us. Yeah! I love living so close to such an amazing place!
This lyric is from the song by the same title from the musical A Chorus Line. I selected it to show how much I hope I "get it" (figure it out), regarding my profile pic. I am not like the characters singing the song, hoping they'll be chosen for the chorus line of that particular Broadway musical.
July 23, 2005
And when someone needs a makeover, I simply have to take over!
Clearly I have changed the look of my blog. I've been toying with the idea for awhile, actually. This is the 4th change since I started the blog in April of 2004. Hmmm . . . Too much viewing of Trading Spaces, perhaps? :) Actually, I wanted to add links and such. I would read about how to do it on blogger.com, but every time I did what it said to do in order to make these additions, it just didn't happen! I was probably not doing something right. I intend to fiddle with the color and the font as well. Seeing as I am a big fan of quotes, I have also decided to find a quote I like at least once a week, and put it on the side. Am I taking this whole blog thing way out of proportion? You be the judge!
Oh, family health, just in case you're curious. Grandpa's surgery to remove his cancerous growth went successfully. I was able to visit him a couple of times in the hospital. Kelsey's went okay, they discovered some cysts and such, and (I believe) a tumor which they were able to remove. Katie's brain surgery for which she had to be awake went well, and she claims to not be in any pain--this is the same surgery she had when she was 7 (she's 14 now), and it hurt her head so much that they couldn't brush her hair for a month. She has 3 more of these surgeries in the next month (they only got to do 15% of it this time). On Tuesday, my dad collapsed while at lunch with my mom. That shook me up more than the others, because my dad always seems to be in good health and he's so . . . solid. Even dads are succeptible to scaring you with health issues I suppose. Apparently he has some kidney stone problems again, and he's seeing a doctor about it on Wednesday. Yup, the same day as my mom's surgery for her stomach things she's been dealing with for the last year or so. It's a good time to be a part of the Brown/Smith family alright! I'm glad that my prayers have been answered the way I'd like them to be right now, but I'm still nervous, to be sure.
Oh, and something as of last night that I'm not entirely thrilled about for Crazy for You. We were doing some costume things at rehearsal. I kept having to try on hideous 1980's outfits that are supposed to pass for the 1940s. Umm, sure . . . I don't know if I'll get to keep the one that I ended up with, but it wasn't as bad as many of the others. But the part that I am seriously disturbed about. I apparently have to be a "Follies Girl" for a bit. Yeah, not only that, but I have to dance with them (HA!) and wear the "sailor" costume for "Zangler's Follies". This costume is an incredibly short skort, and a cropped "sailor" top. I have to show my torso? I might have to dance in this atrocity? I may have to don fishnets! I really wish I could throw up. I'm really not the sort who enjoys people to view her ghostly white and not-so-fit stomach. Sigh.
The title of this post is in honor of my new look. It comes from the song "Popular" from Wicked. Let me know what you think of this new look!
Oh, family health, just in case you're curious. Grandpa's surgery to remove his cancerous growth went successfully. I was able to visit him a couple of times in the hospital. Kelsey's went okay, they discovered some cysts and such, and (I believe) a tumor which they were able to remove. Katie's brain surgery for which she had to be awake went well, and she claims to not be in any pain--this is the same surgery she had when she was 7 (she's 14 now), and it hurt her head so much that they couldn't brush her hair for a month. She has 3 more of these surgeries in the next month (they only got to do 15% of it this time). On Tuesday, my dad collapsed while at lunch with my mom. That shook me up more than the others, because my dad always seems to be in good health and he's so . . . solid. Even dads are succeptible to scaring you with health issues I suppose. Apparently he has some kidney stone problems again, and he's seeing a doctor about it on Wednesday. Yup, the same day as my mom's surgery for her stomach things she's been dealing with for the last year or so. It's a good time to be a part of the Brown/Smith family alright! I'm glad that my prayers have been answered the way I'd like them to be right now, but I'm still nervous, to be sure.
Oh, and something as of last night that I'm not entirely thrilled about for Crazy for You. We were doing some costume things at rehearsal. I kept having to try on hideous 1980's outfits that are supposed to pass for the 1940s. Umm, sure . . . I don't know if I'll get to keep the one that I ended up with, but it wasn't as bad as many of the others. But the part that I am seriously disturbed about. I apparently have to be a "Follies Girl" for a bit. Yeah, not only that, but I have to dance with them (HA!) and wear the "sailor" costume for "Zangler's Follies". This costume is an incredibly short skort, and a cropped "sailor" top. I have to show my torso? I might have to dance in this atrocity? I may have to don fishnets! I really wish I could throw up. I'm really not the sort who enjoys people to view her ghostly white and not-so-fit stomach. Sigh.
The title of this post is in honor of my new look. It comes from the song "Popular" from Wicked. Let me know what you think of this new look!
July 18, 2005
Who can tell what's waiting on the journey?
I'm sure all of you readers out there have no fingernails left. The anticipation of the next installment of the high-drama life I lead has kept you nibbling those nails, huh? And, as I have waited 1 1/2 weeks to provide the next segment, you've all started on your toenails. Deep apologies, I am a slacker and I know it.
Well, I had a call from CHS prior to actually writing that last post, but since I was at Jacque and Laurie's, I didn't know for a bit. I went home soon after writing that, so I could grab some warmer clothes. Admittedly, I was really going home to check my messages. There was a call from the head of the English department at CHS requesting I call her at home. Immediately, I called. No answer, so I left a message. I waited all night for her to call, and she never did. I went back to the reunion for a couple of hours, and then I went home again. No message. I called back. On the 4th agonizing ring, there was an answer.
She told me that there were several of us who interviewed. I guess they were impressed with me, and the decision boiled down to two of us. They went with the other girl; she'd done her student teaching at CHS. However, she said that Pioneer High School (the "last chance high school") was looking for an English teacher and she had told the principal about me!!!! I talked to the principal at this high school, and it looks like I might be interviewing later this week for that position.
I've called Pau-Wa-Lu. I've e-mailed. No answer. Tomorrow I'm calling the school district to see what's going on. Perhaps people are on vacation???
I had a photo shoot for Carson Magazine on Friday!!!! No, no autographs. You must write to my agent if you'd even want a shot at one. I understand that sending $20 to him is helpful in this request . . . :) They wanted to do some publicity for Fiddler. Stephanie called me to include me in this "elite" group. The three of us who will appear are Jim (Tevye), Stephanie (director/Golde), and myself. We were to meet at 7:20 in full makeup. I've been fitted for all my costumes for the show. They settled on one for the photo, which needed the hem let down. I assumed it would be brought, so I chose to not bring another costume with me. Yes, even Lynette Brown can do dolt-like things on occasion. We caravanned to the setting of out photo. Luckily, it was about a minute from my house. I flew home, threw the costume on over my clothes, crammed my feet into the boots without tying them, and searched for a kerchief like thing for my hair. Grabbing a sheer white scarf with black trim, I zoomed back to the place. I managed to tie the scarf in my hair at the red light, and tied my shoes there. We took several pictures with the three of us. Then we took several individuals whilst singing songs from the show. I did a bit from "Matchmaker." Tomorrow afternoon, I have my second rehearsal for the show--with an acting coach! Gary Aldrich, whose fame in the area is as a vocal coach, apparently will be giving Jim, Stephanie and myself tips for the scene we already blocked. Stephanie wants to do this because as the director as well, she cannot watch her scenes. I feel so . . . special? Whatever. I'm not paying for it, so I have no complaints. Just the drive in my hotter than Hades vehicle (My car was a college graduation gift from my folks. As nice as that was, I've no air conditioning. My apartment hasn't any, either. I HATE the summer heat!!!!!!! I step outside in 106 degree weather saying, "AAAH! So cool!").
So, I was thinking (HELLO ABSTRACT RANDOM!) about this. My family is very entertaining. We cannot stand to be even remotely normal in any aspect of life. Some families get together and play tennis. Others will camp together. Ours does both, but our latest thing is to go "under the knife" together. Brianna was first. She just turned 1 year old last month, still not crawling, but advancing quickly toward the walking bit. She had heart surgery in April. Grandpa had surgery today to remove a cancerous growth. Kelsey (cousin) is having surgery soon. My cousin Katie had a brain surgery a couple of weeks ago (they kept her awake!), and has to continue going to San Francisco throughout August for about five more brain surgery procedures (it's something they've been dealing with since she was about four). My mom is having surgery next week. WHAT IS WRONG WITH US??????????
So the title comes from the song "Into the Woods" from the show of the same title. Since life in general is pretty unpredictable and there are all sorts of surgeries going on in my family right now, I guess this is appropriate. Sigh.
Well, I had a call from CHS prior to actually writing that last post, but since I was at Jacque and Laurie's, I didn't know for a bit. I went home soon after writing that, so I could grab some warmer clothes. Admittedly, I was really going home to check my messages. There was a call from the head of the English department at CHS requesting I call her at home. Immediately, I called. No answer, so I left a message. I waited all night for her to call, and she never did. I went back to the reunion for a couple of hours, and then I went home again. No message. I called back. On the 4th agonizing ring, there was an answer.
She told me that there were several of us who interviewed. I guess they were impressed with me, and the decision boiled down to two of us. They went with the other girl; she'd done her student teaching at CHS. However, she said that Pioneer High School (the "last chance high school") was looking for an English teacher and she had told the principal about me!!!! I talked to the principal at this high school, and it looks like I might be interviewing later this week for that position.
I've called Pau-Wa-Lu. I've e-mailed. No answer. Tomorrow I'm calling the school district to see what's going on. Perhaps people are on vacation???
I had a photo shoot for Carson Magazine on Friday!!!! No, no autographs. You must write to my agent if you'd even want a shot at one. I understand that sending $20 to him is helpful in this request . . . :) They wanted to do some publicity for Fiddler. Stephanie called me to include me in this "elite" group. The three of us who will appear are Jim (Tevye), Stephanie (director/Golde), and myself. We were to meet at 7:20 in full makeup. I've been fitted for all my costumes for the show. They settled on one for the photo, which needed the hem let down. I assumed it would be brought, so I chose to not bring another costume with me. Yes, even Lynette Brown can do dolt-like things on occasion. We caravanned to the setting of out photo. Luckily, it was about a minute from my house. I flew home, threw the costume on over my clothes, crammed my feet into the boots without tying them, and searched for a kerchief like thing for my hair. Grabbing a sheer white scarf with black trim, I zoomed back to the place. I managed to tie the scarf in my hair at the red light, and tied my shoes there. We took several pictures with the three of us. Then we took several individuals whilst singing songs from the show. I did a bit from "Matchmaker." Tomorrow afternoon, I have my second rehearsal for the show--with an acting coach! Gary Aldrich, whose fame in the area is as a vocal coach, apparently will be giving Jim, Stephanie and myself tips for the scene we already blocked. Stephanie wants to do this because as the director as well, she cannot watch her scenes. I feel so . . . special? Whatever. I'm not paying for it, so I have no complaints. Just the drive in my hotter than Hades vehicle (My car was a college graduation gift from my folks. As nice as that was, I've no air conditioning. My apartment hasn't any, either. I HATE the summer heat!!!!!!! I step outside in 106 degree weather saying, "AAAH! So cool!").
So, I was thinking (HELLO ABSTRACT RANDOM!) about this. My family is very entertaining. We cannot stand to be even remotely normal in any aspect of life. Some families get together and play tennis. Others will camp together. Ours does both, but our latest thing is to go "under the knife" together. Brianna was first. She just turned 1 year old last month, still not crawling, but advancing quickly toward the walking bit. She had heart surgery in April. Grandpa had surgery today to remove a cancerous growth. Kelsey (cousin) is having surgery soon. My cousin Katie had a brain surgery a couple of weeks ago (they kept her awake!), and has to continue going to San Francisco throughout August for about five more brain surgery procedures (it's something they've been dealing with since she was about four). My mom is having surgery next week. WHAT IS WRONG WITH US??????????
So the title comes from the song "Into the Woods" from the show of the same title. Since life in general is pretty unpredictable and there are all sorts of surgeries going on in my family right now, I guess this is appropriate. Sigh.
July 08, 2005
Well I just heard . . .
Well, another week has gone by. Here I am--alive. I am actually at my Uncle Jacque and Aunt Laurie's house. Why you ask? I'll tell you . . . FAMILY REUNION!!!! I know some people dread them like the plague, but ours were always a blast when I was a kid. They're okay now. I am currently watching Snow White with my niece, cousin Zach, and Grandma Smith. My Grandpa (both sets are here now) Smith and I creamed my mom and Uncle Scott in Skip-Bo. Leigha, Cousin Kelsey and I had a ball dancing and singing along with Wicked. And I've only been here two hours.
So I had an interview today at Carson High School for an English position. It took about an hour. It was a panel interview. The head of the English department, one English teacher, and a Dean of Students interviewed me. I feel okay about this one as well. Still haven't heard from Pau-Wa-Lu yet, though. I should know more about Carson either later today or Monday. Fingers crossed, s'il vous plait! I do have one strike against me. My face.
My face has gone through a lot this year. Let's just say I've gone out a very little this week because I have a fear of children running away from me, traumatized for life, at the sight of me. An allergic reaction, blisters, sunburn, dry face, 2 canker sores . . . Yup, I am a sight hideous to behold. The Phantom has nothing on me! It also has the added bonus of being overly painful!!!! It has gone down quite a bit now.
I was in a parade at Virginia City on the 4th to promote Shrew. I forgot to wear sunscreen. But, it was fun to wear my costume. I felt quite pretty in it! I had to wear a cheap tiara with it. I decided that for the show, if I'm to wear the tiara, I want a sash that reads "Miss Padua, 1563" and that my platform will be the benefits of good hygiene--At least 3 baths a year! Fun times.
I had my first Fiddler rehearsal on Tuesday. It was just Jim (Tevye), Stephanie (Golde), and myself. I felt pretty good about it. I also have not one but all my costumes for the show--FOUR OF THEM!!!!!!!!!! When we did it at NNU (back in the day when it was still NNC; the last year it was), the only ones who had more than one costume were Motel and Tzeitel. They had a second costume each for their wedding. Certainly different than this production! The three of us are going to be in a publicity photo for Carson Magazine to promote the show. Maybe all that Miss Padua experience will help me out! :)
Leigha just told me something I don't want to forget.
"I'm the only special person in Colorado!"
"But your family is moving to Kansas right now. You don't live in Colorado anymore."
"But I'm still the only special one."
"Uh-huh."
Seriously, 5 year olds should be mentally examined!
So that's the news in Carson City from the perspective of Lynette. At least in my life. Lots o' fun! The title comes from lyrics from the song "The Rumor" from Fiddler on the Roof.
So I had an interview today at Carson High School for an English position. It took about an hour. It was a panel interview. The head of the English department, one English teacher, and a Dean of Students interviewed me. I feel okay about this one as well. Still haven't heard from Pau-Wa-Lu yet, though. I should know more about Carson either later today or Monday. Fingers crossed, s'il vous plait! I do have one strike against me. My face.
My face has gone through a lot this year. Let's just say I've gone out a very little this week because I have a fear of children running away from me, traumatized for life, at the sight of me. An allergic reaction, blisters, sunburn, dry face, 2 canker sores . . . Yup, I am a sight hideous to behold. The Phantom has nothing on me! It also has the added bonus of being overly painful!!!! It has gone down quite a bit now.
I was in a parade at Virginia City on the 4th to promote Shrew. I forgot to wear sunscreen. But, it was fun to wear my costume. I felt quite pretty in it! I had to wear a cheap tiara with it. I decided that for the show, if I'm to wear the tiara, I want a sash that reads "Miss Padua, 1563" and that my platform will be the benefits of good hygiene--At least 3 baths a year! Fun times.
I had my first Fiddler rehearsal on Tuesday. It was just Jim (Tevye), Stephanie (Golde), and myself. I felt pretty good about it. I also have not one but all my costumes for the show--FOUR OF THEM!!!!!!!!!! When we did it at NNU (back in the day when it was still NNC; the last year it was), the only ones who had more than one costume were Motel and Tzeitel. They had a second costume each for their wedding. Certainly different than this production! The three of us are going to be in a publicity photo for Carson Magazine to promote the show. Maybe all that Miss Padua experience will help me out! :)
Leigha just told me something I don't want to forget.
"I'm the only special person in Colorado!"
"But your family is moving to Kansas right now. You don't live in Colorado anymore."
"But I'm still the only special one."
"Uh-huh."
Seriously, 5 year olds should be mentally examined!
So that's the news in Carson City from the perspective of Lynette. At least in my life. Lots o' fun! The title comes from lyrics from the song "The Rumor" from Fiddler on the Roof.
June 29, 2005
How to apply for a job!
I'm so weary of applications. I'm tired of waiting. I'm sick of drooling over school district websites at the hint of any English positions. In short, I'm sick of unemployment! Ugh. The Pau-Wa-Lu Middle School, I should know next week whether or not I'm moving forward in the interview process (it's taken longer than the principal anticipated). I've filled out information. I've had to reveal my g.p.a.'s from high school, college, and those of my parents and grandparents, and . . . I've written essays. I've gathered transcripts, letters of intent, resumes, letters of recommendation, test scores, etc. I'm so ready to be done with this crap. Why doesn't some infinitely wealthy person decide to set me up for life, knowing that I'd be responsible with the money? I would continue to work, but just doing stuff I always have wanted to do. Teach. Be an actress, singer, travel agent, historian, author, etc.
So, let's see . . . oh! Here's a bit of possible excitement. I found out through Juliana (Belle) something that I may be VERY keen on. She's going to AMDA in August (the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in NYC), but she's kept tabs on this area theatre-wise. I'm going to e-mail the guy and find out more, but apparently someone is trying to do Les Miserables here! In December. I would love to do it, but with Taming of the Shrew being in August, Crazy For You in late September/early October, The Last Five Years in October (Chris is doing it; I'd love to help seeing as that show is AWESOME!), and Fiddler on the Roof in November, I don't know how feasible this is. Like I said, I'll learn more.
And, since I've been in this mopey, emotionally icky phase of late, I'm trying to remain upbeat and positive. One way to do this is to thank friends who have stood out in significant ways to me lately.
*Diane, Crissi, Chris S., Linda, Don--Each of these people attend my church. Each of them touched me in some way this weekend at or after the service. The teaching this week really hit home, and I was blubbering by the end. A dam broke, and I could not regain control. It was pretty bad. Diane and Crissi prayed and talked with me in very encouraging ways. Crissi didn't seem to notice my party-pooper attitude at her surprise birthday party on Friday. Chris and Linda both reached out to me in their own unique ways. Don was just . . . Don. I love each of these people. I am so fortunate to attend a church with people like them in the congregation!
*Stephanie--She's willing to spend long periods of time either talking to me or IMing me. She's even willing to make the both of us laugh, despite her cold which makes it painful to do so. She's also willing to be patient with me as we slowly evolve this plan to visit Merci in Utah soon.
*Leoney--For being my 4th Lucentio, but being the one who will stick it out! Thanks, buddy! He's also encouraging me a lot. It means a lot to me, fraternal initial twin!
*Kelly--Loved your postcard! I adore getting "real mail" and it was fun to get a snippet of what was going on in you life then!
*Esther--Who keeps trying to entice me to move to Boston to be her roommate through postcards. The poem was hysterical, and my immense jealousy at her being so close to PEI recently has made me really consider taking the plunge and being a travel companion.
*Chris W.--Always encouraging, positive, and supportive of me. For being okay with me drenching your shoulder with my tears. For making me laugh and feel good about myself. For always telling me the truth, even when it sucks. For listening to the truth, even when it sucks. For spending time with me. For reading with me. For never losing faith in me.
*God--For sending me rough patches that force me to grow spiritually, emotionally, in character, and in maturity. For giving me so many amazing friends; I know I'm blessed and don't deserve them. For allowing me to lean on Him any time of the day or night. For reassuring me that I will be taken care of. For loving me, unconditionally. For comforting me.
Now that I'm done with sounding like a book dedication, I shall reveal what you're all dying to know. The title of this post comes from the song "How to Succeed" from the musical How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying.
So, let's see . . . oh! Here's a bit of possible excitement. I found out through Juliana (Belle) something that I may be VERY keen on. She's going to AMDA in August (the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in NYC), but she's kept tabs on this area theatre-wise. I'm going to e-mail the guy and find out more, but apparently someone is trying to do Les Miserables here! In December. I would love to do it, but with Taming of the Shrew being in August, Crazy For You in late September/early October, The Last Five Years in October (Chris is doing it; I'd love to help seeing as that show is AWESOME!), and Fiddler on the Roof in November, I don't know how feasible this is. Like I said, I'll learn more.
And, since I've been in this mopey, emotionally icky phase of late, I'm trying to remain upbeat and positive. One way to do this is to thank friends who have stood out in significant ways to me lately.
*Diane, Crissi, Chris S., Linda, Don--Each of these people attend my church. Each of them touched me in some way this weekend at or after the service. The teaching this week really hit home, and I was blubbering by the end. A dam broke, and I could not regain control. It was pretty bad. Diane and Crissi prayed and talked with me in very encouraging ways. Crissi didn't seem to notice my party-pooper attitude at her surprise birthday party on Friday. Chris and Linda both reached out to me in their own unique ways. Don was just . . . Don. I love each of these people. I am so fortunate to attend a church with people like them in the congregation!
*Stephanie--She's willing to spend long periods of time either talking to me or IMing me. She's even willing to make the both of us laugh, despite her cold which makes it painful to do so. She's also willing to be patient with me as we slowly evolve this plan to visit Merci in Utah soon.
*Leoney--For being my 4th Lucentio, but being the one who will stick it out! Thanks, buddy! He's also encouraging me a lot. It means a lot to me, fraternal initial twin!
*Kelly--Loved your postcard! I adore getting "real mail" and it was fun to get a snippet of what was going on in you life then!
*Esther--Who keeps trying to entice me to move to Boston to be her roommate through postcards. The poem was hysterical, and my immense jealousy at her being so close to PEI recently has made me really consider taking the plunge and being a travel companion.
*Chris W.--Always encouraging, positive, and supportive of me. For being okay with me drenching your shoulder with my tears. For making me laugh and feel good about myself. For always telling me the truth, even when it sucks. For listening to the truth, even when it sucks. For spending time with me. For reading with me. For never losing faith in me.
*God--For sending me rough patches that force me to grow spiritually, emotionally, in character, and in maturity. For giving me so many amazing friends; I know I'm blessed and don't deserve them. For allowing me to lean on Him any time of the day or night. For reassuring me that I will be taken care of. For loving me, unconditionally. For comforting me.
Now that I'm done with sounding like a book dedication, I shall reveal what you're all dying to know. The title of this post comes from the song "How to Succeed" from the musical How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying.
June 21, 2005
Summertime and the livin' is easy
Mmmm . . . I felt so drained from school, that last week's relaxing has thoroughly refreshed me. Unfortunately it cannot last, but for now . . . mmmm. I love taking walks. Reading. Napping. Not worrying about school.
Although I had to go in and do yearbook stuff in addition to my cleaning the classroom. That's all done, though! Woo-hoo pour moi!
I've got all of my stuff turned in to both the Carson City School District and the Douglas County School District. Yup, I'm going public, baby! To be paid more (provided I get a job) would be a wonderful thing indeed. To recieve benefits would be a wonder beyond imagination. To get paid extra for extracurricular activites would be divine.
And, I've got a good lead! Last week, I got a voicemail from the principal at Pau-Wa-Lu Middle School in Minden! She pulled my application out from their files (I applied to the district when I first moved here) and apparently liked what she saw. Her Drama teacher is leaving, and so she screened the applications, choosing 3 candidates for the position--and I was one of them! I went to the school yesterday and they interviewed me then (though I wasn't expecting it!). The current drama teacher showed me around the stage briefly as well as the classroom. I'll find out at the end of the week whether or not I'll move on in the interview process. I feel okay about how I did. I'm hoping I did well. I don't feel like I loused anything up, though. The interview itself lasted about an hour and a half or so. I was there for 2 hours. They also may need me to teach summer school this year. We shall see . . . I must say, I hope it works out, though.
So that is all that is happening in my life to date. Lovely laziness. Interviews. Shrew rehearsals. My internet being the slowest, most frustrating thing ever since I came back from the Jesse's. It took me 20 minutes to find out I had no e-mails the other day. Urgh!
The title of this post comes from the song "Summertime" from the only opera the Gershwin brothers wrote, Porgy and Bess.
Although I had to go in and do yearbook stuff in addition to my cleaning the classroom. That's all done, though! Woo-hoo pour moi!
I've got all of my stuff turned in to both the Carson City School District and the Douglas County School District. Yup, I'm going public, baby! To be paid more (provided I get a job) would be a wonderful thing indeed. To recieve benefits would be a wonder beyond imagination. To get paid extra for extracurricular activites would be divine.
And, I've got a good lead! Last week, I got a voicemail from the principal at Pau-Wa-Lu Middle School in Minden! She pulled my application out from their files (I applied to the district when I first moved here) and apparently liked what she saw. Her Drama teacher is leaving, and so she screened the applications, choosing 3 candidates for the position--and I was one of them! I went to the school yesterday and they interviewed me then (though I wasn't expecting it!). The current drama teacher showed me around the stage briefly as well as the classroom. I'll find out at the end of the week whether or not I'll move on in the interview process. I feel okay about how I did. I'm hoping I did well. I don't feel like I loused anything up, though. The interview itself lasted about an hour and a half or so. I was there for 2 hours. They also may need me to teach summer school this year. We shall see . . . I must say, I hope it works out, though.
So that is all that is happening in my life to date. Lovely laziness. Interviews. Shrew rehearsals. My internet being the slowest, most frustrating thing ever since I came back from the Jesse's. It took me 20 minutes to find out I had no e-mails the other day. Urgh!
The title of this post comes from the song "Summertime" from the only opera the Gershwin brothers wrote, Porgy and Bess.
June 13, 2005
525,000 moments so dear . . .
So, school, graduation, etc. are all done. Huh. I have just finished cleaning my junior high classroom. I think I'm saving my high school classroom for tomorrow. My tub has run out of room. And then, my career as a teacher at CCS is over. Wow. Who would've thought.
It was wonderful, I admit, to have a weekend where I had no grading, lesson planning, ANYTHING to do which was related to school. I got to play instead! I saw Butterflies are Free at the BAC. I went to Hana's graduation. I went to Barnes and Noble. I watched movies. I cleaned my room some. I cleaned up the Jesse's house prior to leaving (there wasn't much to do outside of vacuuming Toulle's hair). I slept in--gratefully! I began to reread The Magician's Nephew (I've decided to reread the entire Chronicles of Narnia this summer as it's been years since I've read any of them and do love them. I started with this one, because even C.S. Lewis himself recommended doing so.).
Oh, so the two people who wanted to be interviewed have put up their answers to my questions. If you'd like to read them, here's where you'll find them. Leoney is at http://damonkeyprince.blogspot.com/. His answers are under the post titled "Thanks Lynette". Kelly also rose to the challenge. Her blog is http://rohanrider331.blogspot.com/. The post is called Interview (by Lynette). It certainly was interesting for me to read these answers of these two wonderful friends o' mine. I like getting to know more about people. People fascinate me, and I love knowing as much as I can about anything. Call me a nerd if you will, I fully admit to being so. And guess what? I also like it! So there!
I didn't cry at graduation this year, but I did afterward. It was hard to say goodbye to my students. I actually made some of them cry! Nubia hugged me for approximately 3 full minutes, even when I was encouraging her and making her laugh at the same time. Before I announced the awards for 8th grade (my homeroom this year), I had to say something about them. I said something to the effect of "This class has really been the most interesting I've ever encountered. They've challenged me, frustrated me, and made me laugh on a daily basis. I thank God for each of them, and I know He's given them all so much potential. I'm excited to see what they do for they are all very talented. I truly love each of them." After I said the last part, I looked over at them. Many of them were tearing up and all of them said a collective "Awww!" Tess said I was the only reason she cried throughout the entire ceremony. Ashlee N., the valedictorian, gave a great speech. I have to admit I felt tears welling up as she spoke, because I am so proud of that girl. Also because she devoted a huge chunk of the speech to praising me! Apparently I've had a huge impact in her life.
I often wonder what impression I leave these students with. Will my having been a teacher stay with them? Will they look back fondly? Will they be grateful to never have me again? Was I truly effective in my teaching methods? Did I inspire them? Did I teach them anything valuable about life? How will the remember me 15 years from now?
This title comes from the song "Seasons of Love," from the show Rent. Honestly, I'm not overly fond of this show, and think the song is a bit overdone. But it seemed appropriate for this post.
It was wonderful, I admit, to have a weekend where I had no grading, lesson planning, ANYTHING to do which was related to school. I got to play instead! I saw Butterflies are Free at the BAC. I went to Hana's graduation. I went to Barnes and Noble. I watched movies. I cleaned my room some. I cleaned up the Jesse's house prior to leaving (there wasn't much to do outside of vacuuming Toulle's hair). I slept in--gratefully! I began to reread The Magician's Nephew (I've decided to reread the entire Chronicles of Narnia this summer as it's been years since I've read any of them and do love them. I started with this one, because even C.S. Lewis himself recommended doing so.).
Oh, so the two people who wanted to be interviewed have put up their answers to my questions. If you'd like to read them, here's where you'll find them. Leoney is at http://damonkeyprince.blogspot.com/. His answers are under the post titled "Thanks Lynette". Kelly also rose to the challenge. Her blog is http://rohanrider331.blogspot.com/. The post is called Interview (by Lynette). It certainly was interesting for me to read these answers of these two wonderful friends o' mine. I like getting to know more about people. People fascinate me, and I love knowing as much as I can about anything. Call me a nerd if you will, I fully admit to being so. And guess what? I also like it! So there!
I didn't cry at graduation this year, but I did afterward. It was hard to say goodbye to my students. I actually made some of them cry! Nubia hugged me for approximately 3 full minutes, even when I was encouraging her and making her laugh at the same time. Before I announced the awards for 8th grade (my homeroom this year), I had to say something about them. I said something to the effect of "This class has really been the most interesting I've ever encountered. They've challenged me, frustrated me, and made me laugh on a daily basis. I thank God for each of them, and I know He's given them all so much potential. I'm excited to see what they do for they are all very talented. I truly love each of them." After I said the last part, I looked over at them. Many of them were tearing up and all of them said a collective "Awww!" Tess said I was the only reason she cried throughout the entire ceremony. Ashlee N., the valedictorian, gave a great speech. I have to admit I felt tears welling up as she spoke, because I am so proud of that girl. Also because she devoted a huge chunk of the speech to praising me! Apparently I've had a huge impact in her life.
I often wonder what impression I leave these students with. Will my having been a teacher stay with them? Will they look back fondly? Will they be grateful to never have me again? Was I truly effective in my teaching methods? Did I inspire them? Did I teach them anything valuable about life? How will the remember me 15 years from now?
This title comes from the song "Seasons of Love," from the show Rent. Honestly, I'm not overly fond of this show, and think the song is a bit overdone. But it seemed appropriate for this post.
June 08, 2005
How does he feel? You ask how he feels?
I got this last night, and decided to do nothing with it until I completed my grading. Guess what? It's done!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEVER have to grade another thing from the 2004-2005 school year! What a relief!
Anyway, I read it on Steph's blog (http://creaturebug.typepad.com/) and thought it sounded fun! I met Steph and Sydney (the adorable baby on the banner of the blog) when I went to Oregon over Christmas Break. It's always fun to meet people you know you'll instantly like. I'd heard about Steph so much through Dev in college. I began to follow her blogging adventures. She's a former English teacher, loves theatre, and has red hair as well. Three things I've found to be very endearing in anybody! :)
So, here I go!
1. What personal flaw do you detest in others? And why?
There are a few that always seem to drive me nuts. One of the most detestable qualities I've found in people is narrow-mindedness. I hate it!!! It leads to intolerence, hate crimes, insensitivity, limited education and so many horrible things. I do not think that a person should be so broad-minded that absolutely everything can be found acceptable. Either extreme shows a lack of intelligence; narrow-mindedness shows too much stubborness, and extreme broad-mindedness shows a lack of strength to have convictions. I do think that a person should be able to listen maturely to a well presented side (whether or not he or she agrees) and form an opinion based on beliefs mixed with a little experience and study. This educated approach is much worthier of my respect.
2. What's your dream Broadway musical role (currently running or not)? Why?
If I were Tony, I guess I'd have 200+ since he has a dream role for every show. But I'm not Tony, nor do I wish to be so. There are roles I'd like to play (like Tzeitel). There are roles I'd love to play (like Anna Lenowens in The King and I). But, I'd say I have very few dream roles. One that stands out to me at the moment would have to be Eponine in Les Miserables. I love her songs. I love her emotion. I love her spunk. I love her selflessness. I love that she's a good person, in spite of having dreadful drips for parents. I love her story and feel as though I can truly identify with her. I even like her costume! I'm all about the roles which require some acting in addition to the singing! :)
3. If you were a mean-spirited gal (which I know you're not) what's the most annoying song you could project into the mind of an enemy? A sample of the lyrics or description of the music would be helpful.
Oooh, I thought about this one! I came up with many torturous songs to play incessently into the minds of an enemy. Believe me, the list was long and amusing to myself. I chose one that may come as a shock, because I know people love this song. I, personally, have a bad history with it and cannot stand it. Are you ready? "Memory" from CATS. I know that initially, it's a beautiful melody. Played over and over by someone who loves it makes it obnoxious. Many singers whine their way through it (ahemSTREISANDahem). There is also the added malicious pleasure I'll get out of the fact that this song can be pretty depressing. Hope doesn't come until the end. The character is pining over a life that they no longer live and cannot get back. (Mwa-ha-ha-ha!)
4. Describe to me your happiest childhood memory.
I was blessed to actually have a fairly happy childhood, so there are (once again) a plethora to choose from. I would have to say that our family reunions on the Smith side were amazing. I would literally look forward to them all year long. It was the one time during the year that I knew each of us cousins would get to play together. We would usually camp for about a week. These weeks would consist of card games, laughing around a campfire and sharing stories, singing, hiking, reading, treasure hunts, riding in the back of a truck with all of my cousins in the back with me as warm summer winds would cool our sunburnt faces, sleeping in tents with cousins, jokes, clubs, swimming, meeting literally every kid in the various campsites we were at and making friends, goofy pictures, watermelons, plastic ants (family joke), and all around fun. We would pick a place nearby and go exploring. We would visit local attractions. I remember always feeling safe and happy. The rules were a little more relaxed, so we took full advantage of it! We still have them, but they're not the same. I lived for these days. When people would ask what I was doing for the summer, or what I was looking forward to, my response never wavered: "My family reunion! I get to spend a WEEK with everyone--Rachel, and Charlie, and Shane, and my Aunt Denise, and . . . "
5. What superpower would you love to possess?
To be a shapeshifter, like Puck! It would be fabulous to be able to change your form anytime you wanted to. Plus, you could get really creative with this one! :)
and because I'm curious -- 6. What non-religious book do you think everybody should read?
Tough! I do think that To Kill a Mockingbird is worthy of everybody's time. It just encompasses so much! Mystery, adventure, noble characters, history, humor, drama . . . It's a great story, and a fun read!
Okay, so there it is! If anyone else thinks this looks fun, leave a comment (or e-mail me since only 5 comments can be left on blogger). Oh, and here are the "official rules" of the game:
The Official Interview Game Rules
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment saying "interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview othersin the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
This title comes from "Healthy, Normal American Boy" from Bye Bye Birdie. It's the part where Rosie and Albert are answering all of the interview questions for Conrad Birdie prior to his departure for Sweet Apple, OH. A very funny song, btw.
Anyway, I read it on Steph's blog (http://creaturebug.typepad.com/) and thought it sounded fun! I met Steph and Sydney (the adorable baby on the banner of the blog) when I went to Oregon over Christmas Break. It's always fun to meet people you know you'll instantly like. I'd heard about Steph so much through Dev in college. I began to follow her blogging adventures. She's a former English teacher, loves theatre, and has red hair as well. Three things I've found to be very endearing in anybody! :)
So, here I go!
1. What personal flaw do you detest in others? And why?
There are a few that always seem to drive me nuts. One of the most detestable qualities I've found in people is narrow-mindedness. I hate it!!! It leads to intolerence, hate crimes, insensitivity, limited education and so many horrible things. I do not think that a person should be so broad-minded that absolutely everything can be found acceptable. Either extreme shows a lack of intelligence; narrow-mindedness shows too much stubborness, and extreme broad-mindedness shows a lack of strength to have convictions. I do think that a person should be able to listen maturely to a well presented side (whether or not he or she agrees) and form an opinion based on beliefs mixed with a little experience and study. This educated approach is much worthier of my respect.
2. What's your dream Broadway musical role (currently running or not)? Why?
If I were Tony, I guess I'd have 200+ since he has a dream role for every show. But I'm not Tony, nor do I wish to be so. There are roles I'd like to play (like Tzeitel). There are roles I'd love to play (like Anna Lenowens in The King and I). But, I'd say I have very few dream roles. One that stands out to me at the moment would have to be Eponine in Les Miserables. I love her songs. I love her emotion. I love her spunk. I love her selflessness. I love that she's a good person, in spite of having dreadful drips for parents. I love her story and feel as though I can truly identify with her. I even like her costume! I'm all about the roles which require some acting in addition to the singing! :)
3. If you were a mean-spirited gal (which I know you're not) what's the most annoying song you could project into the mind of an enemy? A sample of the lyrics or description of the music would be helpful.
Oooh, I thought about this one! I came up with many torturous songs to play incessently into the minds of an enemy. Believe me, the list was long and amusing to myself. I chose one that may come as a shock, because I know people love this song. I, personally, have a bad history with it and cannot stand it. Are you ready? "Memory" from CATS. I know that initially, it's a beautiful melody. Played over and over by someone who loves it makes it obnoxious. Many singers whine their way through it (ahemSTREISANDahem). There is also the added malicious pleasure I'll get out of the fact that this song can be pretty depressing. Hope doesn't come until the end. The character is pining over a life that they no longer live and cannot get back. (Mwa-ha-ha-ha!)
4. Describe to me your happiest childhood memory.
I was blessed to actually have a fairly happy childhood, so there are (once again) a plethora to choose from. I would have to say that our family reunions on the Smith side were amazing. I would literally look forward to them all year long. It was the one time during the year that I knew each of us cousins would get to play together. We would usually camp for about a week. These weeks would consist of card games, laughing around a campfire and sharing stories, singing, hiking, reading, treasure hunts, riding in the back of a truck with all of my cousins in the back with me as warm summer winds would cool our sunburnt faces, sleeping in tents with cousins, jokes, clubs, swimming, meeting literally every kid in the various campsites we were at and making friends, goofy pictures, watermelons, plastic ants (family joke), and all around fun. We would pick a place nearby and go exploring. We would visit local attractions. I remember always feeling safe and happy. The rules were a little more relaxed, so we took full advantage of it! We still have them, but they're not the same. I lived for these days. When people would ask what I was doing for the summer, or what I was looking forward to, my response never wavered: "My family reunion! I get to spend a WEEK with everyone--Rachel, and Charlie, and Shane, and my Aunt Denise, and . . . "
5. What superpower would you love to possess?
To be a shapeshifter, like Puck! It would be fabulous to be able to change your form anytime you wanted to. Plus, you could get really creative with this one! :)
and because I'm curious -- 6. What non-religious book do you think everybody should read?
Tough! I do think that To Kill a Mockingbird is worthy of everybody's time. It just encompasses so much! Mystery, adventure, noble characters, history, humor, drama . . . It's a great story, and a fun read!
Okay, so there it is! If anyone else thinks this looks fun, leave a comment (or e-mail me since only 5 comments can be left on blogger). Oh, and here are the "official rules" of the game:
The Official Interview Game Rules
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment saying "interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview othersin the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
This title comes from "Healthy, Normal American Boy" from Bye Bye Birdie. It's the part where Rosie and Albert are answering all of the interview questions for Conrad Birdie prior to his departure for Sweet Apple, OH. A very funny song, btw.
June 05, 2005
Who can tell what's waiting on the journey?
So, I am at an interesting crossroads in my life.
In two weeks, I have a life-changing event starting. Many people would love to know when they're coming. I guess I am. I have no idea what to do with it. I'm scared. I'm excited. I'm nervous. I'm curious. I'm indifferent. I'm dying to know what will happen. It seems . . . surreal.
This is the fourth time in my life I have been utterly clueless as to the next phase of my life. In a way, this one is more intimidating than the other two times. At least I knew some of the big things would not change.
For instance: When we moved to Colorado. I knew my life was going to change drastically. After all, I'd started Kindergarten with my class, and I felt like my life was shaping into what I'd always wanted it to be. I had great friends. I was good friends with the older "popular" kids (which made me cooler, because they willingly talked to a lowly Freshmen). I was in the elite choir, even though I'd never been in any choir before. I was the only Freshmen in the Fall play. My teachers all liked me, and I had stellar grades. When we moved, I knew that school would continue. I may have to work hard to prove myself in the singing or acting areas, but I was willing to take up the challenge. I knew that whatever church we attended would become part of my family. I could trust my family.
The second time came 5 years later. Once again, Lynette felt like her life was evolving into what she wanted it to be. I was in college! I was sought out to be a reporter for the school paper! I was a peer counselor! I had great friends! I was in a great choir! I changed my major to what I'd wanted it to be from the beginning, but was too self-doubting to believe I could do! I was taking French (I love the language) and was even helping people with homework and being praised for my pronunciation! Then, one phone call seemed to tear my life from the anchored rock it had always known. I felt disappointed, scared, confused, angry and a blend of all deep horrible emotions. I've never cried more in my life than those 2 years. And that's saying something. I knew I could count on my friends. I could count on my parents. I could count on my professors. School would continue.
My third encounter with this feeling happened after yet another great time in my life. My senior year(s) (1 1/2 yrs) of college was, to date, the best of my life. I went to England and studied. I had great parts in the shows. I finished my bloody Senior Project, and Dr. Bennett had said that mine was the best presentation of the evening (even in my costume for Meg in Brigadoon--try having anyone take you seriously in that get-up!). I'd sung in the Northwesteners choir and had truly (to my surprise) thoroughly enjoyed myself. As an R.A., I had the best wing ever (love ya Dev!). I'd been given many awesome opportunities which made my year so rich. Student Teaching showed me how I could teach, and that I truly loved my career choice. I had to come home to an unknown future, and live with my parents again. I had no friends in Nevada. To go from "Miss NNU Socialite" to "Miss Nevada Nobody" was a VERY difficult transition. But, I could count on my family. I was taking my correspondance class through BYU and loving it (Well, with the exception of Henry Fielding's Joseph Andrews. I don't think I've ever had a more painful reading experience). I had things I could count on.
In two weeks, I am no longer a teacher at my school. I have no idea what is coming next. Do I want to continue teaching? Do I want to try something new? Do I have what it takes to actually be successful as a careerwoman anywhere else? Who is going to take me seriously? What if I have to move? What if I try and fail miserably at several jobs? Who wants to hire a former English teacher? I feel so inadequate when I consider any other type of job, because everything I've done has geared me for this. There are amazing teachers out there. There are amazing English teachers out there. I do not classify myself in either of these categories. I am better, after two years, but that's not enough to recommend me, is it?
I wish I could be a person who has her life completely together, and has confidence in that. Self-doubt is a terrible thing. I know that God will take care of me, but lately I feel like I've been slacking on my part of the relationship, so why would He want to honor this promise to provide? I know, I know. That's not the way God works. As a human, that's how I see others operating, and it can be hard to think that God is a "bigger person" than that--even when I KNOW it to be true. I've seen it many times; even in my own life. I know that doubting God is a sin, and that Satan uses whatever he can to make me do this. I try to ignore it, but it's tough. Sigh.
Does this rambling make any sense to anybody but me? I'm sorry if it doesn't. It's just been on my brain a lot lately, and I wanted to get it out there. Maybe someone else needs to read this, I don't know. I just don't know.
Well, the title of this post comes from the song "Into the Woods" from Into the Woods.
In two weeks, I have a life-changing event starting. Many people would love to know when they're coming. I guess I am. I have no idea what to do with it. I'm scared. I'm excited. I'm nervous. I'm curious. I'm indifferent. I'm dying to know what will happen. It seems . . . surreal.
This is the fourth time in my life I have been utterly clueless as to the next phase of my life. In a way, this one is more intimidating than the other two times. At least I knew some of the big things would not change.
For instance: When we moved to Colorado. I knew my life was going to change drastically. After all, I'd started Kindergarten with my class, and I felt like my life was shaping into what I'd always wanted it to be. I had great friends. I was good friends with the older "popular" kids (which made me cooler, because they willingly talked to a lowly Freshmen). I was in the elite choir, even though I'd never been in any choir before. I was the only Freshmen in the Fall play. My teachers all liked me, and I had stellar grades. When we moved, I knew that school would continue. I may have to work hard to prove myself in the singing or acting areas, but I was willing to take up the challenge. I knew that whatever church we attended would become part of my family. I could trust my family.
The second time came 5 years later. Once again, Lynette felt like her life was evolving into what she wanted it to be. I was in college! I was sought out to be a reporter for the school paper! I was a peer counselor! I had great friends! I was in a great choir! I changed my major to what I'd wanted it to be from the beginning, but was too self-doubting to believe I could do! I was taking French (I love the language) and was even helping people with homework and being praised for my pronunciation! Then, one phone call seemed to tear my life from the anchored rock it had always known. I felt disappointed, scared, confused, angry and a blend of all deep horrible emotions. I've never cried more in my life than those 2 years. And that's saying something. I knew I could count on my friends. I could count on my parents. I could count on my professors. School would continue.
My third encounter with this feeling happened after yet another great time in my life. My senior year(s) (1 1/2 yrs) of college was, to date, the best of my life. I went to England and studied. I had great parts in the shows. I finished my bloody Senior Project, and Dr. Bennett had said that mine was the best presentation of the evening (even in my costume for Meg in Brigadoon--try having anyone take you seriously in that get-up!). I'd sung in the Northwesteners choir and had truly (to my surprise) thoroughly enjoyed myself. As an R.A., I had the best wing ever (love ya Dev!). I'd been given many awesome opportunities which made my year so rich. Student Teaching showed me how I could teach, and that I truly loved my career choice. I had to come home to an unknown future, and live with my parents again. I had no friends in Nevada. To go from "Miss NNU Socialite" to "Miss Nevada Nobody" was a VERY difficult transition. But, I could count on my family. I was taking my correspondance class through BYU and loving it (Well, with the exception of Henry Fielding's Joseph Andrews. I don't think I've ever had a more painful reading experience). I had things I could count on.
In two weeks, I am no longer a teacher at my school. I have no idea what is coming next. Do I want to continue teaching? Do I want to try something new? Do I have what it takes to actually be successful as a careerwoman anywhere else? Who is going to take me seriously? What if I have to move? What if I try and fail miserably at several jobs? Who wants to hire a former English teacher? I feel so inadequate when I consider any other type of job, because everything I've done has geared me for this. There are amazing teachers out there. There are amazing English teachers out there. I do not classify myself in either of these categories. I am better, after two years, but that's not enough to recommend me, is it?
I wish I could be a person who has her life completely together, and has confidence in that. Self-doubt is a terrible thing. I know that God will take care of me, but lately I feel like I've been slacking on my part of the relationship, so why would He want to honor this promise to provide? I know, I know. That's not the way God works. As a human, that's how I see others operating, and it can be hard to think that God is a "bigger person" than that--even when I KNOW it to be true. I've seen it many times; even in my own life. I know that doubting God is a sin, and that Satan uses whatever he can to make me do this. I try to ignore it, but it's tough. Sigh.
Does this rambling make any sense to anybody but me? I'm sorry if it doesn't. It's just been on my brain a lot lately, and I wanted to get it out there. Maybe someone else needs to read this, I don't know. I just don't know.
Well, the title of this post comes from the song "Into the Woods" from Into the Woods.
June 03, 2005
Let me give you the lowdown . . .
Check it out! Click on "Audition Results" for both shows. If you really want to know.
http://www.wncc.edu/performing_arts/
Oh, and Peter-Pedro is Motel. He calls me Ariel (It's the hair and my backstage entertaining of the children in Carousel). Anyway, he works at Starbucks. Today I went there on my way to work, and he was working drive-through. He drew an Ariel on my Chai, and wrote "Ariel" and "The Little Mermaid" on my cup. It made my morning!
This title is from the song "Crazy for You" which is used in Crazy for You.
http://www.wncc.edu/performing_arts/
Oh, and Peter-Pedro is Motel. He calls me Ariel (It's the hair and my backstage entertaining of the children in Carousel). Anyway, he works at Starbucks. Today I went there on my way to work, and he was working drive-through. He drew an Ariel on my Chai, and wrote "Ariel" and "The Little Mermaid" on my cup. It made my morning!
This title is from the song "Crazy for You" which is used in Crazy for You.
Agony!!!!!!!!
Last night, I felt like I did a fairly kick butt job at callbacks. I read about three times for Tzeitel, which was more than anyone else. Yeah! I also had them cracking up with the part I had to sing from "Matchmaker." It was the imitation of Yente part. I actually got applause (when people usually wait for the whole group to finish individual things). HUZZAH!!!!!!!!!
After I read and sang for Tzeitel, they had the Hodels go up and sing. They hadn't called me back for it, but asked me to sing for her anyway. If I got Hodel, that would be oh so very awesome. She would be the most fun sister to play. She's spunky, smart, and sings more than the others. When they were putting us into families (Tevye and daughters), I was with some people I think they were looking at pretty seriously. Hmmmmm . . .
So, why the agony? They're supposed to post the results. This morning. They haven't. It's 5 minutes to noon. If it's not up in 5 minutes, they've LIED!!!!!!!! I actally still don't care what I get, I just want the suspense to be over. I'm still not overly passionate about any role. Anything would be fun.
The title is from the song "Agony" which is from Into the Woods.
After I read and sang for Tzeitel, they had the Hodels go up and sing. They hadn't called me back for it, but asked me to sing for her anyway. If I got Hodel, that would be oh so very awesome. She would be the most fun sister to play. She's spunky, smart, and sings more than the others. When they were putting us into families (Tevye and daughters), I was with some people I think they were looking at pretty seriously. Hmmmmm . . .
So, why the agony? They're supposed to post the results. This morning. They haven't. It's 5 minutes to noon. If it's not up in 5 minutes, they've LIED!!!!!!!! I actally still don't care what I get, I just want the suspense to be over. I'm still not overly passionate about any role. Anything would be fun.
The title is from the song "Agony" which is from Into the Woods.
June 02, 2005
I Won't Dance; Don't Ask Me!
Do you ever have those days where people just irritate you to no end? Not even specific people, but people in general? Today is one of those days for me. I don't mind being around those whose company I genuinely enjoy, but on days like this I realize just how small that group is. It is. Today, there's only been one person so far that I've even remotely enjoyed talking to, and that is Nancy, one of our Kindergarten teachers. Out of all my dealings with students and times with teachers today, she's the only one I can say I haven't been irritated by. I don't like feeling this way. Patience is at the top of my prayer list today, and so far I don't think I've been unreasonable (though I am biased) so I think God is honoring my desire.
Anyway, last night. Ugh. Callbacks started at 6. I got home around 10. The first thing we did was the dance audition. Lynette doesn't tap. The last time she did was in Anything Goes, which was exactly ten years ago. Yup, been awhile. The dance audition took about 2 hours. I think I moved at the right times, if that says anything. "Ball change, slide, pas das res, lean. Ball change, slide, pas das res, lean.Chaussey, chaussey, pivot, pivot. Chaussey round 1-2-3-4-5 out, out, in. Falep, falep, falep, falep, heel, heel. Falep, falep, falep, falep, heel, heel. Falep, falep, heel, heel. Falep, falep, heel, heel. Falep 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8, heel, heel. Falep 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-2-2-3-4-5-6-7 heel, heel. Step, ball change, step, ball change, step! Paddle, paddle, paddle, step clap, step, clap! Falep, falep, falep, step, clap, step, clap! Paddle in, out, in, out, all the way around 1-2-3-4! Out, falep, out, and up with the hands!!!!!!!!!" Thank you, Gina. (I think I spelled things correctly). Doing this, in general was difficult. Doing it in time with the "I've Got Rhythm" number from the Crazy for You CD was hellish. Then, I had to dance romantically with Chris Withey (my drunken "Gaston" partner). "Chaussey in and out. Two chausseys to the other side! Turn under, waltz for 8 counts, promenade around, ball change, shuffle hop, ball change, shuffle, hop and lean!" This one was easier, and we did it to "But Not for Me." It was actually kind of soothing compared to the madness from before.
Oh, and did I mention that I had missed some instructions from the auditions? Yeah, apparently they said it after I left. Each girl was to wear black fishnets, black leotard, and character shoes. That's all for the dance audition! I was wearing my character shoes, luckily, but that was all of the ensemble. So, not only did I look out of place with the dancing, I didn't match the "uniform."
At 8:15ish, they began the part I knew I could do! Phew! I was the second to read for Polly, but I had to do the scene with Tony and Peter-Pedro (His name is Pedro, but so many people call him Peter that this is what he is called, now). Polly is very funny, but it was kind of a serious scene, and yes, Lynette Brown had to say a few words that she really just doesn't. Good times. It's a strange scene, because Bobby is being his playful, funny self, Polly is very upset, and Zangler is just confused. Tony was serious through the whole thing, which I feel kind of threw off the chemistry. I did my best, which is all they could ask for. Me, too.
They also had me read a scene which only one group did. They had a new girl named Michelle read Irene (I honestly think she'll get it), Bubba read for Bobby, and I read for Bobby's mother! Well, I got laughs then. Playing a domineering, aristocratic mother of a guy less than ten years younger than me? A part I wouldn't get to sing at all with? Apparently, other people thought it was great, and said they thought I could play it! Gee. Where do I sign up? Sorry, that people irritation popping up again.
An hour or so later, the 10 of us females called back for anything sang "Someone to Watch Over Me." I felt like I did a decent job on it. But there were only about 3 who I wasn't overly impressed with. Drat! I stuck around and listened to others read. Marcus reading for anything was hysterical. I liked Caitlyn (Mrs. Potts) in her reading. Janina did a good job. I really don't know what to expect from this. I normally can walk out, and be able to "call" who got what. I would say that Michelle is the only one who stood out as the one I could "call" after last night. If I were to cast it, I would cast Marcus as Bobby, Jen (the one I called Space Age Barbie when she was a fork during BATB) as Polly, Michelle as Irene, and I cannot say who else for anything. It'll be interesting to read the cast list on Friday.
So, tonight will be insane. These callbacks are going to be completely absurd. I think there are about 15 of us called back just for Tzeitel, the oldest daughter! I haven't a clue about the other four daughters, Golde, Yente, Tevye, Motel, Percheik, Fyedka, the Russians, etc. It's going to be a loooooooong night. Sigh.
The title comes from a song from the thirties, and it was used in Swing.
Anyway, last night. Ugh. Callbacks started at 6. I got home around 10. The first thing we did was the dance audition. Lynette doesn't tap. The last time she did was in Anything Goes, which was exactly ten years ago. Yup, been awhile. The dance audition took about 2 hours. I think I moved at the right times, if that says anything. "Ball change, slide, pas das res, lean. Ball change, slide, pas das res, lean.Chaussey, chaussey, pivot, pivot. Chaussey round 1-2-3-4-5 out, out, in. Falep, falep, falep, falep, heel, heel. Falep, falep, falep, falep, heel, heel. Falep, falep, heel, heel. Falep, falep, heel, heel. Falep 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8, heel, heel. Falep 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-2-2-3-4-5-6-7 heel, heel. Step, ball change, step, ball change, step! Paddle, paddle, paddle, step clap, step, clap! Falep, falep, falep, step, clap, step, clap! Paddle in, out, in, out, all the way around 1-2-3-4! Out, falep, out, and up with the hands!!!!!!!!!" Thank you, Gina. (I think I spelled things correctly). Doing this, in general was difficult. Doing it in time with the "I've Got Rhythm" number from the Crazy for You CD was hellish. Then, I had to dance romantically with Chris Withey (my drunken "Gaston" partner). "Chaussey in and out. Two chausseys to the other side! Turn under, waltz for 8 counts, promenade around, ball change, shuffle hop, ball change, shuffle, hop and lean!" This one was easier, and we did it to "But Not for Me." It was actually kind of soothing compared to the madness from before.
Oh, and did I mention that I had missed some instructions from the auditions? Yeah, apparently they said it after I left. Each girl was to wear black fishnets, black leotard, and character shoes. That's all for the dance audition! I was wearing my character shoes, luckily, but that was all of the ensemble. So, not only did I look out of place with the dancing, I didn't match the "uniform."
At 8:15ish, they began the part I knew I could do! Phew! I was the second to read for Polly, but I had to do the scene with Tony and Peter-Pedro (His name is Pedro, but so many people call him Peter that this is what he is called, now). Polly is very funny, but it was kind of a serious scene, and yes, Lynette Brown had to say a few words that she really just doesn't. Good times. It's a strange scene, because Bobby is being his playful, funny self, Polly is very upset, and Zangler is just confused. Tony was serious through the whole thing, which I feel kind of threw off the chemistry. I did my best, which is all they could ask for. Me, too.
They also had me read a scene which only one group did. They had a new girl named Michelle read Irene (I honestly think she'll get it), Bubba read for Bobby, and I read for Bobby's mother! Well, I got laughs then. Playing a domineering, aristocratic mother of a guy less than ten years younger than me? A part I wouldn't get to sing at all with? Apparently, other people thought it was great, and said they thought I could play it! Gee. Where do I sign up? Sorry, that people irritation popping up again.
An hour or so later, the 10 of us females called back for anything sang "Someone to Watch Over Me." I felt like I did a decent job on it. But there were only about 3 who I wasn't overly impressed with. Drat! I stuck around and listened to others read. Marcus reading for anything was hysterical. I liked Caitlyn (Mrs. Potts) in her reading. Janina did a good job. I really don't know what to expect from this. I normally can walk out, and be able to "call" who got what. I would say that Michelle is the only one who stood out as the one I could "call" after last night. If I were to cast it, I would cast Marcus as Bobby, Jen (the one I called Space Age Barbie when she was a fork during BATB) as Polly, Michelle as Irene, and I cannot say who else for anything. It'll be interesting to read the cast list on Friday.
So, tonight will be insane. These callbacks are going to be completely absurd. I think there are about 15 of us called back just for Tzeitel, the oldest daughter! I haven't a clue about the other four daughters, Golde, Yente, Tevye, Motel, Percheik, Fyedka, the Russians, etc. It's going to be a loooooooong night. Sigh.
The title comes from a song from the thirties, and it was used in Swing.
May 31, 2005
Auditions!
Well, I'm back from yet another round o'auditions. Yeah for me. I decided to audition for both of the shows at the last minute. I figured it couldn't hurt, and it might prove amusing to try for it, right?
So I sang fairly well, even with the accompaniest messing up after about a measure and a half and asked to start over (and she even had a copy of the sheet music with her). At least it wasn't me! :) Janina was there, and made her big sister proud. My 8th grader, Tess, also did a good job.
And, I got called back. I didn't even put any parts down on my audition sheet, because I didn't feel overly passionate about anything. I figured that Crazy for You was a no-go (though it would be fun to work with Bob again). A daughter would be fun in Fiddler on the Roof, but so would the chorus.
Well, I did get called back; for both shows!!! I got a callback for the roleTzeitel, and so did Nina! That'll actually be fun, I think. I also got a callback for Polly--and I find out Friday after two vigorous days of callbacks. Ugh.
The title of this post comes from the song of the same title from Forbidden Broadway. Fun stuff!
So I sang fairly well, even with the accompaniest messing up after about a measure and a half and asked to start over (and she even had a copy of the sheet music with her). At least it wasn't me! :) Janina was there, and made her big sister proud. My 8th grader, Tess, also did a good job.
And, I got called back. I didn't even put any parts down on my audition sheet, because I didn't feel overly passionate about anything. I figured that Crazy for You was a no-go (though it would be fun to work with Bob again). A daughter would be fun in Fiddler on the Roof, but so would the chorus.
Well, I did get called back; for both shows!!! I got a callback for the roleTzeitel, and so did Nina! That'll actually be fun, I think. I also got a callback for Polly--and I find out Friday after two vigorous days of callbacks. Ugh.
The title of this post comes from the song of the same title from Forbidden Broadway. Fun stuff!
The Music of the Night
Devon did this, and passed the baton to me. Seeing as I like almost anything that allows me to procrastinate somehow (dreadful habit formed in college which I cannot seem to shake), I'll indulge.
1. The person who passed the baton to you.
Devon, whose highly entertaining blog can be read at talkofsummertime.blogspot.com
2. Total volume of music files on your computer.
I've actually not done a lot of this. I probably have about two or so CDs fully recorded, ready to be burned on my computer. I mostly use the computer for the internet and for saving my volumes of tests, study guides, project/paper outlines . . .
3. The title and artist of the last CD you bought.
I found a Fernando Ortega CD I didn't have, and was kind of in a harried mood. So I bought it. I don't know about anyone else, but I find his style and voice very soothing. I needed it this last week.
4. Song playing at the moment of writing.
Song in my head? The CD player? Right now, Charlotte Church is singing "Voi che sapete" in English ("Tell Me What Love Is"). In my head, I'm rehearsing my audition song "Hold On".
5. Five songs you have been listening to of late (or all-time favorites, or particularly personally meaningful songs).
Keep in mind that this changes a heck of a lot. Lately, I'm in a random mode.
1. "On My Own" from Les Miserables
2. "You Raise Me Up", ah, Josh Groban
3. "Let's Fall in Love" on a CD my Aunt Laurie burned for me, but I don't know who the singer is.
4. "I'll Be Seeing You", sung by the astounding Ann Hampton Calloway
5. "Anthem" sung by Anthony Warlowe
6. The five people to whom you will ‘pass the musical baton.’
Kelly, Chris, Janina, Kelsey, Esther
The title is from the song from The Phantom of the Opera. As if you didn't know! Cheers!
1. The person who passed the baton to you.
Devon, whose highly entertaining blog can be read at talkofsummertime.blogspot.com
2. Total volume of music files on your computer.
I've actually not done a lot of this. I probably have about two or so CDs fully recorded, ready to be burned on my computer. I mostly use the computer for the internet and for saving my volumes of tests, study guides, project/paper outlines . . .
3. The title and artist of the last CD you bought.
I found a Fernando Ortega CD I didn't have, and was kind of in a harried mood. So I bought it. I don't know about anyone else, but I find his style and voice very soothing. I needed it this last week.
4. Song playing at the moment of writing.
Song in my head? The CD player? Right now, Charlotte Church is singing "Voi che sapete" in English ("Tell Me What Love Is"). In my head, I'm rehearsing my audition song "Hold On".
5. Five songs you have been listening to of late (or all-time favorites, or particularly personally meaningful songs).
Keep in mind that this changes a heck of a lot. Lately, I'm in a random mode.
1. "On My Own" from Les Miserables
2. "You Raise Me Up", ah, Josh Groban
3. "Let's Fall in Love" on a CD my Aunt Laurie burned for me, but I don't know who the singer is.
4. "I'll Be Seeing You", sung by the astounding Ann Hampton Calloway
5. "Anthem" sung by Anthony Warlowe
6. The five people to whom you will ‘pass the musical baton.’
Kelly, Chris, Janina, Kelsey, Esther
The title is from the song from The Phantom of the Opera. As if you didn't know! Cheers!
May 30, 2005
Open your arms to this warm, bright moment embracing us!
Well, here I am at the Jesse household. I've been here exactly a week--I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!! I love being in a house again! I love having a dog! I love being in a mountain looking area! I love having a spa! I love doing laundry for free or without hauling it all to Dayton! I love parking in a carport! The whole thing is wunderbar. It's been pretty smooth sailing. It's also been fun to have guests: Chris, my cousin Halley (who is up for the week), and my family. Good times.
So school is ending soon. I can't believe there are only two weeks left of the year. 7 1/2 official days of school. Actually, since I'll be a chaperone on the 8th grade trip, it's technically 6 1/2 school days left. I am excited to go to Great America again. The last time I went was in 9th grade, just before we moved to Colorado. We went for my dad's birthday. My mom made it like a scavenger hunt. He only had directions to drive when she gave them to him (Get onto Hwy 99 until I tell you differently). That was the year I bragged for about three weeks to him, "My birthday present for you is the most expensive gift you've ever received, dad!" He kept trying to tell me that money didn't matter (although I'm sure he was dying with curiosity as to what it was and how I could afford the most expensive gift he'd ever received). When we gave our gifts, I saved mine for last. He opened the tiny box it was it. "Uh, Lynette, what is it?" "MY BRACES!!!!!!!" I'd had them taken off about three days before. Yes, it's gross, but I got the biggest kick out of that. C'mon, I was 14! He was a good sport and laughed with the rest of us.
Not much else to report. Our readthrough went okay. Auditions are on Tuesday, and for once I'm not obsessing. I know I'm singing "Hold On" from The Secret Garden. Actually, I'm more nervous for Janina, who is auditioning!!!!!!!!!!! Possibly, anyway. I think she's only trying out for Crazy for You, which isn't the smartest, since she doesn't tap dance. But, she doesn't want to be in a show through November, which is when Fiddler is. I just hope she makes it, because that would be cool.
The title of the post comes from the song "Vivez" from The Scarlet Pimpernel. I just felt like embracing all that is new and/or good in life.
So school is ending soon. I can't believe there are only two weeks left of the year. 7 1/2 official days of school. Actually, since I'll be a chaperone on the 8th grade trip, it's technically 6 1/2 school days left. I am excited to go to Great America again. The last time I went was in 9th grade, just before we moved to Colorado. We went for my dad's birthday. My mom made it like a scavenger hunt. He only had directions to drive when she gave them to him (Get onto Hwy 99 until I tell you differently). That was the year I bragged for about three weeks to him, "My birthday present for you is the most expensive gift you've ever received, dad!" He kept trying to tell me that money didn't matter (although I'm sure he was dying with curiosity as to what it was and how I could afford the most expensive gift he'd ever received). When we gave our gifts, I saved mine for last. He opened the tiny box it was it. "Uh, Lynette, what is it?" "MY BRACES!!!!!!!" I'd had them taken off about three days before. Yes, it's gross, but I got the biggest kick out of that. C'mon, I was 14! He was a good sport and laughed with the rest of us.
Not much else to report. Our readthrough went okay. Auditions are on Tuesday, and for once I'm not obsessing. I know I'm singing "Hold On" from The Secret Garden. Actually, I'm more nervous for Janina, who is auditioning!!!!!!!!!!! Possibly, anyway. I think she's only trying out for Crazy for You, which isn't the smartest, since she doesn't tap dance. But, she doesn't want to be in a show through November, which is when Fiddler is. I just hope she makes it, because that would be cool.
The title of the post comes from the song "Vivez" from The Scarlet Pimpernel. I just felt like embracing all that is new and/or good in life.
May 23, 2005
No one fights like Gaston, douses lights like Gaston!
The show has closed. Wild applause is over. Standing ovations at every performance. I've never seen a reaction to a song from the onstage side as we received for "Be Our Guest" every single performance. It was kind of an incredible feeling, I have to admit. I'm glad it all worked out. Gina is absolutely amazing!
So, I continued with "An injury each performance" streak. How excited I was to be run into (hard) by Maurice and Belle on Friday. Saturday afternoon, I fell a little differently during "The Battle" and ended up with a new bruise (I've never received so many bruises during a show!). Sunday afternoon, Paul (aka My Stalker! More about this soon) tromped on my foot pretty hard during the "Gaston" song, making me forget about Saturday evening's injury.
Saturday evening was a DOOZY!!!! Weston, one of our techies, liked to joke around with me backstage. He's kind of an odd duck, and comes across pretty strong. He's a nice kid, though, and can make me laugh. Anyway, I was standing, and he decided to do a Bogart impression "Here's looking at you, kid" as he chucked my chin. I think he did it a little harder than he meant to (though it should NOT have resulted in the injury I received). As soon as he did, I felt so much pain! I whispered "OUCH!!!!" and ran to the other side of the stage to my dressing room. Weston tried to follow me, "What did I do?" "Stop! Leave me alone!!" I grabbed my ibuprofen, swallowed it, and clutching my right lower chee/jawline ran back to stage left and onstage for "Gaston!" My cheek hurt soooooooooooooo much, it was hard to smile and look like I was having fun in the tavern. I had to run and change after that for "Be Our Guest." Amy, the resident pediatritian in the cast, checked it out. It was swollen pretty well. We got ice, checked my teeth (all fine) and applied it for the rest of the show. It was kind of obnoxious to have literally every person in the cast come up to me, "Lynette, what HAPPENED?" "I was accidentally punched by Weston." Then, with eyes narrowed, "Do you want me to hit him?" or "I could make him disappear." or "Did you hit him back?" I felt sorry for the poor guy. Sunday, he brought me flowers, along with many other apologies. Apparently, everyone was pretty upset with him! It was an accident, so I think I feel worse for him than myself. Sunday, it looked as though I was growing a second head from my cheek. I've been taking Aleve, since it's an anti-inflamatory, and therefore cannot take any ibuprofen. I'm still applying ice packs, so I can numb it and not feel the pain. Ugh.
So, my stalker. Yeah, that's been . . . interesting. Chris and I, being the good friends (I'm even counting him as one of my best friends here in Carson) would talk a lot during rehearsals and shows; when we could. During Hell Week, Paul (my stalker) came up to us once and talked to us, then left. Chris turned to me, "He seems to like being around you a lot." I started to pay attention to that. YES, HE WAS!!!!! He wasn't always talking to me, but would purposely come and sit nearby me. It's kind of creepy. Then, he would do/say weird things. Like, one performance, I was sitting on a bench backstage, kind of away from everyone else. I wanted the quiet, and it was a great place to watch the show without being seen. He came up to me. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "You sure?" "Yup." "Okay," (in a tone of slight disbelief). He sat on the floor, at my feet. After about a minute, he looked up, "Tell me a story, teacher!" Sadly, that was not the only time he did it. The first time he did, I said, "Once upon a time, there was a redhead who hated everybody. So, whenever someone came near her, she'd kill them. People soon learned to stay away from her, and she lived happily ever after. The end." Clearly, it was a joke, but he took it seriously for awhile! Weird, weird, stalker-boy.
Jessica, Jason, Leigha, and Brianna came out from Colorado to see it. They loved it. Jess said that it was the best community production she'd ever seen. Leigha wanted to meet everyone. I introduced her to Lumiere (Chris), Beast (Leoney), Gaston (Jerry), Belle (Juliana), Mrs. Potts (Caitlyn), The Silly Girls (Hana, Therese, and Mandy), Monsieur D'Arque (Dave Anderson), Cogsworth (Dave Tillett), and several chorus people. It was so fun! Everyone asked her what her favorite part was. Guess what she said? My adorable 5 year old niece told everyone, "When Aunt Lynette danceded." Ahhh! She sat with Kristen. Apparently Kristen pointed me out the first time I was onstage, and every other time, Leigha was able to find me! She even spotted me as a table before Kristen did! I adore my niece. Oh, and she had to show Juliana her new sandals which have Cinderella, Belle, and Aurora on them!
So, once again, a crazy weekend. And the stage is struck. I will probably never have another opportunity to be in this show, so I am glad I stuck with it! I got to meet so many great people, start the SSS, have a lot of laughs, and at least one moment of pain each show. Talk about a magical experience! :)
I start rehearsals for Shrew on Tuesday, and have to be late because I'm singing at WNCC's graduation. I'm auditioning in a week and a day for Crazy for You and Fiddler on the Roof with WNMTC. Huzzah! I love being involved in theatre again--real theatre. I was kinda going nuts without that creative outlet. I'm not sorry I took the time off, but I am so relieved to be back.
The title of this post comes from the song "Gaston" from, what else, Beauty and the Beast. Thank you Weston for inspiring this post!
So, I continued with "An injury each performance" streak. How excited I was to be run into (hard) by Maurice and Belle on Friday. Saturday afternoon, I fell a little differently during "The Battle" and ended up with a new bruise (I've never received so many bruises during a show!). Sunday afternoon, Paul (aka My Stalker! More about this soon) tromped on my foot pretty hard during the "Gaston" song, making me forget about Saturday evening's injury.
Saturday evening was a DOOZY!!!! Weston, one of our techies, liked to joke around with me backstage. He's kind of an odd duck, and comes across pretty strong. He's a nice kid, though, and can make me laugh. Anyway, I was standing, and he decided to do a Bogart impression "Here's looking at you, kid" as he chucked my chin. I think he did it a little harder than he meant to (though it should NOT have resulted in the injury I received). As soon as he did, I felt so much pain! I whispered "OUCH!!!!" and ran to the other side of the stage to my dressing room. Weston tried to follow me, "What did I do?" "Stop! Leave me alone!!" I grabbed my ibuprofen, swallowed it, and clutching my right lower chee/jawline ran back to stage left and onstage for "Gaston!" My cheek hurt soooooooooooooo much, it was hard to smile and look like I was having fun in the tavern. I had to run and change after that for "Be Our Guest." Amy, the resident pediatritian in the cast, checked it out. It was swollen pretty well. We got ice, checked my teeth (all fine) and applied it for the rest of the show. It was kind of obnoxious to have literally every person in the cast come up to me, "Lynette, what HAPPENED?" "I was accidentally punched by Weston." Then, with eyes narrowed, "Do you want me to hit him?" or "I could make him disappear." or "Did you hit him back?" I felt sorry for the poor guy. Sunday, he brought me flowers, along with many other apologies. Apparently, everyone was pretty upset with him! It was an accident, so I think I feel worse for him than myself. Sunday, it looked as though I was growing a second head from my cheek. I've been taking Aleve, since it's an anti-inflamatory, and therefore cannot take any ibuprofen. I'm still applying ice packs, so I can numb it and not feel the pain. Ugh.
So, my stalker. Yeah, that's been . . . interesting. Chris and I, being the good friends (I'm even counting him as one of my best friends here in Carson) would talk a lot during rehearsals and shows; when we could. During Hell Week, Paul (my stalker) came up to us once and talked to us, then left. Chris turned to me, "He seems to like being around you a lot." I started to pay attention to that. YES, HE WAS!!!!! He wasn't always talking to me, but would purposely come and sit nearby me. It's kind of creepy. Then, he would do/say weird things. Like, one performance, I was sitting on a bench backstage, kind of away from everyone else. I wanted the quiet, and it was a great place to watch the show without being seen. He came up to me. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "You sure?" "Yup." "Okay," (in a tone of slight disbelief). He sat on the floor, at my feet. After about a minute, he looked up, "Tell me a story, teacher!" Sadly, that was not the only time he did it. The first time he did, I said, "Once upon a time, there was a redhead who hated everybody. So, whenever someone came near her, she'd kill them. People soon learned to stay away from her, and she lived happily ever after. The end." Clearly, it was a joke, but he took it seriously for awhile! Weird, weird, stalker-boy.
Jessica, Jason, Leigha, and Brianna came out from Colorado to see it. They loved it. Jess said that it was the best community production she'd ever seen. Leigha wanted to meet everyone. I introduced her to Lumiere (Chris), Beast (Leoney), Gaston (Jerry), Belle (Juliana), Mrs. Potts (Caitlyn), The Silly Girls (Hana, Therese, and Mandy), Monsieur D'Arque (Dave Anderson), Cogsworth (Dave Tillett), and several chorus people. It was so fun! Everyone asked her what her favorite part was. Guess what she said? My adorable 5 year old niece told everyone, "When Aunt Lynette danceded." Ahhh! She sat with Kristen. Apparently Kristen pointed me out the first time I was onstage, and every other time, Leigha was able to find me! She even spotted me as a table before Kristen did! I adore my niece. Oh, and she had to show Juliana her new sandals which have Cinderella, Belle, and Aurora on them!
So, once again, a crazy weekend. And the stage is struck. I will probably never have another opportunity to be in this show, so I am glad I stuck with it! I got to meet so many great people, start the SSS, have a lot of laughs, and at least one moment of pain each show. Talk about a magical experience! :)
I start rehearsals for Shrew on Tuesday, and have to be late because I'm singing at WNCC's graduation. I'm auditioning in a week and a day for Crazy for You and Fiddler on the Roof with WNMTC. Huzzah! I love being involved in theatre again--real theatre. I was kinda going nuts without that creative outlet. I'm not sorry I took the time off, but I am so relieved to be back.
The title of this post comes from the song "Gaston" from, what else, Beauty and the Beast. Thank you Weston for inspiring this post!
May 19, 2005
Something frenetic!
Silly Lynette, slow weeks don't exist! Here I thought--"Ah, I only have one rehearsal this week. I can relax." Relax? RELAX?????????????? What was I thinking? I have a pile of grading taller than me, still (though it's diminishing, the addition of the 11th/12th grade papers, and the 7th/8th Book Reports tomorrow will double the size!). I have a rehearsal tonight. I had dinner with Claudia, Jeanne, and Dave (Jeanne's housesitting for Claudia and Dave this weekend). I have to meet with Gladys and Herb, because my housesitting job begins on Monday. I tutor Jason twice. I had to shop for the Author's Tea (Tomorrow!!!!!!!!!! Huzzah!!!!!!!!!!). I had dinner with my family. I also threw in grading, a trip to Barnes and Noble, dinner with Chris and Jeanne. Breathing? Sleeping? Eating? Occasional breaks for fun reading? Not really. It'll be nice to sit and say, "Hmm . . . what can I do now?" I miss that luxury.
And no, in case you're wondering, my schedule does not slow down! Rehearsals for Shrew begin, auditions for Fiddler on the Roof and Crazy for You are creeping up soon. Grades, end of the year goofiness, etc.
Oh, I am getting excited about the Tony Awards this year. Much as I like Sutton Foster, as everyone knows, I'm really rooting for Victoria Clark to get Best Actress in a Musical. She's long overdue! Also, overly kind! In high school, I saw her in Titanic on my first trip to NYC. I was so impressed, that I was the nerd who occasionally wrote to Broadway stars. She wrote back! I still have the letter, it was actually more than she probably should have written. It was an actual "sit-down and write this random kid in Colorado a letter that will make her month!" So kind. Plus, she's a redhead!!!! I was sad that I didn't get to see her in Urinetown as Penelope Pennywise (I missed her by a month! Carolee Carmello was amazing, though). Anyway, there are some interesting contenders this year. I find it hilarious that Spamalot is leading the nominations! And, Hugh Jackman will be fun as the host again. If for no other reason than something appealing on the screen! ;)
The title comes from "Comedy Tonight" from A Funny Thing Happened to on the Way to the Forum. I feel consumed by obligations at the moment. But excited by them, too! Like tomorrow! I get to have tea for an hour with Charles Dickens, Charlotte and Emily Bronte, C.S. Lewis, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie, and C.S. Forester! How cool is that?
And no, in case you're wondering, my schedule does not slow down! Rehearsals for Shrew begin, auditions for Fiddler on the Roof and Crazy for You are creeping up soon. Grades, end of the year goofiness, etc.
Oh, I am getting excited about the Tony Awards this year. Much as I like Sutton Foster, as everyone knows, I'm really rooting for Victoria Clark to get Best Actress in a Musical. She's long overdue! Also, overly kind! In high school, I saw her in Titanic on my first trip to NYC. I was so impressed, that I was the nerd who occasionally wrote to Broadway stars. She wrote back! I still have the letter, it was actually more than she probably should have written. It was an actual "sit-down and write this random kid in Colorado a letter that will make her month!" So kind. Plus, she's a redhead!!!! I was sad that I didn't get to see her in Urinetown as Penelope Pennywise (I missed her by a month! Carolee Carmello was amazing, though). Anyway, there are some interesting contenders this year. I find it hilarious that Spamalot is leading the nominations! And, Hugh Jackman will be fun as the host again. If for no other reason than something appealing on the screen! ;)
The title comes from "Comedy Tonight" from A Funny Thing Happened to on the Way to the Forum. I feel consumed by obligations at the moment. But excited by them, too! Like tomorrow! I get to have tea for an hour with Charles Dickens, Charlotte and Emily Bronte, C.S. Lewis, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie, and C.S. Forester! How cool is that?
May 15, 2005
I was born to entertain!
Opening Weekend. What a trip! I was soooooo worried about this production! Yes, we've been practicing since January, but most of us only had to come about once or twice a week to rehearse. We were nowhere near ready last week. Somehow, we've pulled it off, though! [Blogger is not letting me push Enter at the moment, so please pardon the lack of paragraphs and breaks! Break for Paragraph] I've actually been calling "Be Our Guest" "See Our Mess," because it was so chaotic. We have 60+ people in the number. And, of course, we can't just be normal. Oh, goodness, no! We have Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, Chip, Babette, and Madame Bouchere (spelling? The Opera-singing Wardrobe) alongside Belle. We have a line of 8 featherdusters/can-can dancers. We have 3-4 cakes. We have rugs. We have a footstool, and a table with stuff on his head. We have a line of about 8 tapdancing silverware. We have 11 redheaded dancing tables (myself included). We have 8 flappers/dishes. We have about 3 teacups. We have 4-5 saucers. We have salt and pepper shakers. We have about 4-5 dancing candles. I can't even continue the list, because I've exhausted my mental picturing of all involved in the number. That could be all, but it's insane. And we all have our "moment" leading up to our end of number kick line and confetti guns going off. Oddly enough, it's been recieved with cheering and huge applause every night--to the point where the scene afterwards had to wait at least two minutes for the audience to be done celebrating this number. I'm in shock. Break for Paragraph. So, I've found that the key to my having a good show (if I were to be superstitious) is to get some kind of wound/pain every performance. Opening night: Belle whipped me in the face with her hair, and ran into me in the course of two minutes during "The Mob Song," which I ended by pulling my fist up and back--and hitting the lady behind me in the eye! Saturday Matinee: During "Gaston" we have to do this crossing line shuffle-thing. I hit our Gaston in the back (hard) with my left cheek--ended up with a tiny bruise and a headache. Saturday Evening: I run off with two others in the middle of "Belle," and then we turn around to come back on in a line quickly. Yesterday, as I turned, I banged my elbow into a random podium. In "The Battle," I get "kicked in the face" by one of the featherduster/can-can dancers and fall. I fell on my knees, hard. Three new bruises. Sunday Matinee: Belle and Maurice ran into me pretty hard during "The Mob Song." Well, four performances next week and we're done. Here's hoping I don't end up in a cast or coffin! :) Break for Paragraph. I've decided that I'm also the "Louella Parsons" or "Hedda Hopper" of this show. All gossip must come through me. It's the funniest thing. I just happen to always be in the right place at the right time, or people tell me things. If there were to be a newspaper, I'd have to be elected the gossip columnist. I literally get it all. I used to think it'd be awesome to know all the gossp in junior high and such; I'd be considered popular or something. Now, it's a way to laugh and be entertained. I don't really have a niche that I fit into in this show like the others. I kind of float. Break for Paragraph. I also have come to discover that I am a "Powerful" person in this show. This is only to say, I've found that I seem to have a lot of influence for some unfathomable reason. I've not yet decided whether to use this influence for good or evil, yet! ;) Here are a few examples: 1) Chorus people are always asking me things like, "What is the lyric after this?" or "Could you show me this move?" etc. Last Thursday, we tables practiced in the hall for 45 minutes for our 2 or so minutes at the end of "Be Our Guest." They actually had me keep coming forward to be the model for this number! 2) There's a guy in the cast named Ryan. I once referred to him as "College Boy," because I didn't know his name. Everyone laughed and started calling him that. I apologized, but he said he doesn't mind it. As a result, about a good 20% (if not more) of our cast calls him that. Chris actually had him help him with his costume today, and said something along the lines of "Thanks, College Boy. By the way, what's your name?" I've also started the trend of calling Jen (who plays a fork) "Space Age Barbie" which has caught on, too. 3) Opening night, at intermission, I decided to sit on some of the steps since it was quiet, and I wanted to sit. A couple of people said, "This was smart. Can we join you?" Of course! Yesterday, at the matinee, a few others joined us. Last night, there were probably twenty of us!!!!! I jokingly suggested we call ourselves the "Stair Sitting Society, aka the SSS." It caught on. Today, people were racing for seats, afraid they wouldn't get them. Others were asking to join the SSS. Weird. All we do is sit and talk about how funny the SSS is, or random things to do with the show. Today, Caitlyn (Mrs. Potts) got us going on the philosophical discussion of Plot Holes in BATB. It was hilarious, partly because it was so serious! Break for Paragraph. So, the show has been an amazing success so far, and I'm pleasantly surprised. What with our backstage dramas, and chaos galore, it seems to work. We've had almost full houses at every performance, and standing ovations every night! Insane! Break for Paragraph. The title of this post comes from the song of the same title from Ruthless. I figured it completely covered this post. The first time I heard the song was not when I saw the show, though. It was sung by adorable Amanda Braun at Camp Timber Tops' Talent Show. She was an 8 year old, and blew me away. She had one of the leads in Aladdin when we did it, and her older sister Nancy played Marian Paroo in our production of The Music Man. Their brother Scott, who was between them, apparently was also an amazing singer/dancer/actor. Three triple threats in one family. YIKES!!!!!!!!!
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