Today I woke up feeling like every inch of my body was rebelling against any kind of movement- something I was not alone in. Due to a combination of walking up and down hills for the past four days and being in class for the past two days, everyone is sore like the dickens. Well, at least the theatre kids are. Everyday I look at the music kids and wonder why they're not wearing more comfortable clothes and tell them that they're lucky that they aren't as sore as the rest of us...then I remember that that they have to sit at desks all day. heh heh heh. Not that I don't enjoy music- I'm minoring in it!- but I wouldn't give up what I'm doign for anything in the world right now.
Can I just give you all a direct quote from my movement teacher? Today she says to us (in reaction to us being sore), "Go easy on yourselves today..." and then proceeds to have us hold downward facing dog for about tens minutes, lunge for a nother ten minutes, do handstands, and roll over each others backs from a kneeling position, and carry each other around on our backs. Personally, I couldn't consider that 'going easy'. But I'm totally okay with that, because that's what I like most about this program- it's challenging me and making me push myself harder than I've ever wanted to push myself before. Not that I've ever had motivational problems when it came to theatre, but being knowing that I need to push myself harder to achieve my goals just excites me. Or maybe I just like being sweaty and sore. You choose.
Kevin's class today was nice. We did a lot of partner massaging, which was definitely appreciated. But that's not the part hat stick out in my mind. The part that sticks out in my mind is the part WHERE HE MADE ME ACT LIKE A GORILLA. We were doing a call-and-response vocal improv, where one person would do something and the others would have to respond to it. Well, my turns comes up, and I ended up making these really deep, dopey kind of sounds and was bent over and letting my arms flail around and DING! Kevin gets this grand idea to make me act like a gorilla. He calls up one of the other people and has up improv together, and I nearly cried. I used to love monkeys, but now they kind of creep me out (thanks a lot, Dean Koontz). Anyway, we did out little improv, and it actually turned out okay! I was able to put aside my dislike for monkeys, and we actually had a really great moment where we were fighting over food and pantomimed eating it all, then turned around to the other kid like "Oops...I don't know where it all went!" He then proceeded to pick me up and march me aroudn the room. My gorilla self was not pleased.
We ended the class with an African lullaby, which was sooooo pretty. It kind of sounded like a Gregorian Chant, and when we sang it in cannon we ended up with these really haunting and dossonant harmonies. Anyway, he had us separate into our groups and aget as far away from the other groups as we could...my group went into the bathroom. We started singing and moving across the room (as if we were nomads roaming through the desert). I was worried that I wouldn't be able to sing my part, becaise we were still singing in cannon and I tend to have trouble with harmonies and what not, but I was surprised that I could more or less carry y own weight.
Italian is still kind of daunting, but everyone in the class is at different levels (even thought we all have at least some experience in the language). I jsut hope I remeber eough by the time we start workign with Marcello next week, since he speaks zero English (although apprently he knows the word for 'water' and is very proud of himself for knowing). Other than that, I am super excited to work with him, since (from what I've heard) he's pretty much insanely good at what he does.
Right-o. Time for bed. Buona notte, i miei bambini.
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Many of our fears are tissue-paper-thin, and a single courageous step would carry us clear through them.
~ Brendan Francis
Many of our fears are tissue-paper-thin, and a single courageous step would carry us clear through them.
~ Brendan Francis
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