I’m exhausted.
I just spent the last 20+ minutes lying on the floor, one shoe on, unable to move, pants half on and half off.
I don’t think there could be any clearer indication that I need to come home this weekend.
Who would’ve thought the last day of classes would be so tiring? I don’t even have the strength to go celebrate.
With today being the last day of instruction, we were also given our exam plays and roles today. The way this works, I now know, is that we’re given roles in two plays - and we’ll perform one act of each. We have roughly three weeks on the first series of plays, and after we perform we get a second series. The first series (the ones we got today) is drama, the next is comedy.
My first play is called The Dancers by Horton Foote. I have no idea what it’s about, but the author’s name is Foote, so… how can it be bad? I’m actually playing two characters in this one, both are middle-aged father figures. They’re both small parts… and that means less dialogue to learn! Woohoo!
My second is A Far Country by Henry Denker. I play a little character named Sigmund Freud… who’s in a vast majority of the thirty-five page act. That means far more work for Ricky, and, therefore… I’m gonna be a cranky sonofabitch who shuts himself in his hole and doesn’t emerge for the next three weeks. But, hey… there’s a bright side — I get a wheelchair! Hooray for Freud!
Sleep now?
