Hits 1, 2, & 3

Yesterday I developed a small cough, which by last night grew worse. At rehearsal, I felt like shit. First of all, let me back up even further. This is like The Spanish Apartment. Two days ago we had out second off-book rehearsal. It was our worse rehearsal yet. Terrible! No one could remember anything. I sort of don't want to live up to a perfect expectation from Dan, because we've only been rehearsing for about two weeks. I don't see where we could have memorized all of out lines by now. But we just have to go with it. Okay, now yesterday was pretty bad, but not like the second night. The first went pretty well. I just haven't had time to study my lines constantly due to the fact that I have other things to accomplish as well. But last night, I already felt like shit. My throat was sore and I was coughing a lot. I asked for a line a few times. But after rehearsal, Dan told us to keep studying over our lines. He singled out and applauded Jenna Snidemiller's ability to have all of her lines memorized. And of course Lauren, for having the most lines down. So, here I am on stage already feeling like I want to die, and I have to have this rubbed in my face. And then we had to be lectured by Brandon (age 18), our irresponsible stage manager about remembering to keep studying our lines and taking care of our health. And then, Jaye, our prop girl lectured us on getting our lines down also. I really wanted to burn the place down. This is funny. Th other day, I was talking about how much I hated this show and Lauren said, "Hey, don't say bad things about this show. I'm the star." This was where hit number one came into affect. I just wanted to hit her, because of the vast amount of arrogance she has going through her mind. She'd not the star, because there is not a single person who stands out in this play. I guess, if you want to look at it this way, if you attempt suicide in a play, then you're the star. But all three sisters share the stage equally. I really hate arrogant people.

Okay, and of course, last night I went home and took some cough medicine, because my chest was hurting from all the coughing. And last night, I had a bad reaction to the medicine. I got to sleep and I swear, I dreamed for several days. I awoke at 1:00 and felt like I'd been asleep for days, and then I awoke at 3:00 and felt like I had slept for more days. It was like the world was heavy, and time dragged. I hate that medicine so much. And so, I woke up this morning and felt even worse. The after-effects of the medicine is making me feel drowsy today. I honestly feel like I'm still asleep. I probably am. But I had to walk from one side of the campus to the other in this freezing weather and a bad fucking wind. This is hit number two. I am already sick, and yet every time the wind blew, I felt chills all throughout my body. It felt really bad. And my body ached bad. My ears felt chilled and my nose began to run again. This is all because Gordon College is failing to supply us with a decent parking lot close enough to the buildings where there's a change that I'll get pneumonia. Like I said, I'm in a bad fucking mood today. When I'm sick, I think I turn into the Hulk. I will probably end up kicking an animal before the day is over. But on my long walk to class, I felt so miserably cold, that I really wished that the cold would just hurry up and kill me. Like I just wanted to fall over dead. It was so unbelievably painful.



And so I finally got to class and he talked about the Greeks today, and someone shouted out, "Like in 300! Yeah!" He laughed and proceeded to explain the historical inaccuracy of the film. There were student who were actually shocked by this. A few I think refuse to believe it. He then went on to blast certain war movies that were also inaccurate. This really stupid trashy girl who sits two seats behind me said, "What about Pearl Harbor?" He laughed and responded, "Pearl Harbor is just a bad love story. Better yet, anything with Ben Affleck is bad." She actually got a little upset by his comment and said, "That's such a guy-thing. It's like me saying everything with Jessica Alba is bad." He gave a sarcastic nod after hearing the two words, "Jessica Alba." She then said, "What?! But you're a man." This girl is hit number 3. Although, I really should just dismiss her as ignorant, but it's so hard, because I'm a man, and I hate Jessica Alba.

In all this bad feeling, I did get back my new writing assignment and I received another 98. His comment this time was, "Mr. Lewis, I am shocked that you can write so much is so little time." Complements like this really make me feel good. He's giving us the choice to take an actual midterm or do a student lecture on the author of our choice from the second semester. Yesterday, I told him to sign me up for Beckett. I'm really excited! His comment was, "Oh good! You'll have a lot of fun with that. Although, last time I taught Beckett, I had a lot of trouble coming from the Evangelical Christians in the class." I cannot wait to teach on Beckett. MY idea is first to write on the board in big letters, "Everything = Nothing" and "God doesn't exist." Just to get a reaction, because the idea of Absurdist theatre is to alienate the audience. I thought of first alienating the class to prove my point. They might not like it though.

I'm about to go take a nap in the costume shop so I can be well rested for rehearsal. This might come off as a "pity-me" post, but it's really an "I'm pissed off at the world and hope everything dies, because I'm sick" post. More to come!