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When I said I'd be going to Sheridan College for musical theatre, people were like, "Oh man! It's just like Fame*!" And when we first came to school, people were hyped and ready to work hard to prove that they could "make it in the business."** But now, people are deciding to leave, and it's eye-opening. "You mean, we can leave this place if we want?"
I remember at the end of first year of Eng Sci, and the big question floating around was, "What are you switching into?" So many people left to go into other disciplines after that first year, and more and more as we went into second year. Funny, eh? Both programs are hard, but in Eng Sci, we assumed most people would leave, and here, we can't imagine leaving.
But, here, I guess school is like the realization of a dream. It's the first step before you go out into the real world. And learning that your dream isn't what you thought it was is really serious. And then musical theatre school becomes a safe place - sure, it's hard, but people tell you what to do, and no one's rejecting you yet.
Anyway, if any of you ex-Music Theatre people read this, I wish you well. I hope you find your dreams and chase them. Dear God, I hope the same for myself.
*A show/movie I have yet to see.
**I can't tell you how many times I've heard the phrase "If you're going to make it in the business." It's like the Big Phrase that the teacher know will get us.
Once, when I was talking about the new, cool Facebook, my grumpy friend replied, "I resent the use of the word 'community' in this context." At the time I said, "Whatever, dude," but as I spend hours and hours on the computer looking at pictures of people I wouldn't even say hello to, I'm beginning to get a bit wary.
I mean, this isn't a new topic. MySpace has been around forever, along with Blogger and Flickr and Friendster, etc, etc, and maybe Facebook isn't as new and wonderful as we think. And, sure, Facebook is a great way to share pictures, exchange little notes. I guess I'm just a little afraid of what this might do to us.
According to Facebook, I have 293 friends. What?! I have 293 friends, yet, I spend almost every evening on the internet? Evidently, we have changed the meaning of "friend." A friend isn't someone you care about and hang out with - a friend is now someone you're willing to show your pictures to.
Are we slowly redefining our social practices based on a website? My homepage will tell me how your relationship status changed when I'm hardly willing to email you.
I know why we do it. We're all constantly waiting for someone to notice us, and now, we get to advertise. We all want to feel connected to people, and we can do that by looking at all the pictures they're in. But when does it start becoming a replacement for true friendships and real community?
Maybe I'm just lonely.*
*Just joking. Don't feel sorry for me.
Whenever I feel crappy, people always suggest that I go to the gym.
"The endorphin rush, man! You'll feel so much better!"
Now, I don't need to tell you yet again how much I don't like exercise, but as my New Year's resolution is to go the the gym once a week (I know. Very ambitious.), I have been using any kind of mental trick to get myself there. So after berating and guilting myself, I'm willing to try and believe that going to the gym will make me happy.
And do you know what? I do feel good leaving the gym, but I don't think it has anything to do with endorphins. I think it's just that I feel like I'm better than everyone else. When people see me with my smelly gym bag*, I think "Yup. I'm coming from the GYM. Where are you coming from? Oh wait, sorry. I couldn't hear you. I guess my ears are just too attuned to the whirring of the elliptical machine that I was on for the last half-hour."
You know, it's probably easier to say it was the endorphins, eh?
*The smelly gym bag is probably the only proof that I went to the gym at all. I mean, I'm not about to pull a Hans-and-Frans-style "Where's the beach?" to show off my barely-defined arms.
This morning I thought of a really cool thing to write on my blog. "Yeah!" I said to myself, "That's hilarious, insightful, and interesting. You should really write that down."
Of course, I didn't and I am bedtime brain-dead. I'm trying to say something here, but I have run out of things to say - in school, we're always communicating something, anything: just emptying our hearts hoping we get something back. And now, when I want to just say a few words to the people who care to read my blog*, I'm lacking. I have nothing to say besides witty comebacks and inside jokes, which is awesome for ear training class, but less-than-awesome when you want to be a current culture relevant artist, or even just an interesting blogger.
*Someone found my blog, and I expressed my great shame at having one. I mean, how lame is it to make yourself vulnerable in a public forum? Maybe not so lame.
"This is my song for the asking." -Paul Simon
When I said I'd be going to Sheridan College for musical theatre, people were like, "Oh man! It's just like Fame*!" And when we first came to school, people were hyped and ready to work hard to prove that they could "make it in the business."** But now, people are deciding to leave, and it's eye-opening. "You mean, we can leave this place if we want?"
