My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

off to go rot in the drafting lab for a few hours on a Sunday, because I was too busy to do Scenic Art homework during the week. by the way: awards banquets suck. i now believe they are designed to make people feel bad about not actually having plans when they graduate college. if someone could tell me when and why this became a cardinal sin, i'd be much appreciative of it. meanwhile, i'm going to go draw a groundplan and rue my existence.

Spring Break is over. 1 month till the Shoestring show opens. 2 months till G-Day. Is it a bad thing that I'm looking forward to the release of Kill Bill Vol. 2 and Shrek 2 with more enthusiasm than graduation? Yeah, I thought so too.

So it's about 20 minutes to 4pm...a little less than an hour before the class that I absolutely *despise* this semester: Theater History. (cue shower scene music from "Psycho") Just like other classes that I have hated in the past, I've tried do find out just what my issue with this class is. Is it the professor? The room? The subject matter? The time of day? What logical reason do I have for hating this class with every fiber of my being? The scary thing is that I have way too many reasons to hate the class. First off, the professor. I do not disagree that she is most likely a brilliant person who is higly knowledeable in some area of theater. However, she's horrible at lecturing and she really doesn't know what she's talking about. She just lectures off of her notes at about 500 miles per hour, expects us to absorb everything she's saying, and then remember every single detail of it for an exam on which she will only ask us about a fraction of