Yes, it’s been a shamefully long while since I last wrote.
I would plead academia as my excuse, but then who doesn’t have mounds of homework or paperwork or some kind of pressing unpleasantness eating up one’s time? And really, compared to last semester, I have little to complain about.
Last semester, English ate my soul. This semester, John Steinbeck’s “Of Mice and Men” robbed me of life. By life I mean time to sit around on my bum and do whatever it is that college students do when they want to feel that their lives are terribly important, like surf wikipedia.
But I do love to step back and admire the contrast of life-lessons that I gained last semester as opposed to this semester. In the fall, I fell desperately in love with Dostoevsky and Russian literature in general. This semester, I learned to apply 1930’s makeup and be a whore. I enjoyed both experiences immensely. And on a wonderfully ironic note, I played a whore across from my lovely boyfriend who hated my whorish guts.
I was “Curley’s Wife” (please note the purposeful absence of a proper name), a star-struck, desperate young women who married a man she hates in order to escape her terrible home. At the end of the play the mentally challenged Lennie accidentally breaks her neck, causing the story’s tragic denouement. So, not only did I get to be a whore, I got to be dead whore, which involved laying in the hay for about fifteen minutes without moving. Oh the discomfort of playing dead…
And so, that is where I have been this semester, in the Haid Theatre learning to swing my hips and play dead when not writing papers between scenes. And when I get back to school after Spring Break I know that I won’t have the slightest idea of what to do with all my extra time.
But for now I am happily in Atlanta with Rosi and her wonderfully crazy Cuban family, feeling terribly ignorant that I only speak English. I can only imagine how ignorant I will feel in Rome this summer…
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