Wow, Wendy.... Strike two.

So, my Acting III teacher, Wendy Mortimer, lost serious points yesterday in class. She already went off on a rant on me alone one day in class, which I discussed in a previous post. But yesterday, after everyone got done running our scenes, she lectured us all. And this was bad, I mean she was getting emotional. I was sitting watching the scenes, impressed with the choices that I was seeing and the improvements that I was seeing in everyone. When the last group finished, she closed her laptop and said, as she walked down the pruis steps, "Ok. We need to talk." And proceeded to give us this ridiculous lecture about how we have all hit this wall and how none of us are hitting the guts of the pieces and how none of us have that extra "something" that is missing in all of the scenes. She was so frustrated the whole time, telling us about how we were all just not getting it and she wished there were some way that she could teach us. Now, the past several weeks in acting, I have dreaded going to class. And I know that many of my friends and peers have felt the same way. And I think that it is interesting how my acting classes are my least favorite classes that I have, and THOSE ARE MY MAJOR CLASSES. AND I DREAD THEM. Hell, English is more fun for me, I look more forward to English class than I do for the classes in which I work on the craft that I plan to use as a profession. I think it is also interesting that each project we have worked on in Acting III, we have, as a whole, gotten progressively worse. This should not be the case. And Wendy tells us things like, "some of you may not even click while you're in school, which is fine. Please, you should not be doing your best work in school. This is a safe environment in which you can PLAY." But she making such a big damn deal about it, and making everything so damn serious to the point that many of us dread acting, and go into our work expecting to fail. Because we know that nothing will be good enough for her. I am taking everything she says with so much more than a grain of salt now. She has severely lost something from me. I don't know what it is - respect, the degree to which I care about her opinion, whatever... but she's lost a great deal of it.

WOW!

It has been a good year since I last played that terrible game, World of Warcraft. When I say terrible, what I mean is a mix of terrible agony and absolute bliss. There is nothing better than coming home after a hard day of school and escaping into a realm of elves, orcs, swords, magic, and dragons. But as with all online games that I have tried, once you reach the highest level in the game - the fun is over. Some games, such as Final Fantasy XI, take a much longer time to reach that level cap. But once you get there, the game switches entirely to a gear hunt. You spend all of your time, at that point, trying to get into linkshells or guilds with lots of other players. Once you manage to break into one of these elite groups, you spend hours a day, many times every day of the week, or atleast well over half, trying to defeat high level dungeons and get gear that rarely drops, if ever. The fun is all in the levelling up. The questing and the friends you meet along the way. But recently I started another character and I plan to start the journey anew. Sorry school, sorry classes, looks like you're about to take a hit...

'Due'ga Hideki

Duse: Hey, get out here

Duse B: I am out here.

Duse: Ah, shit.

Duse b: What's da plan.

Duse: To get our dues.

Duse b: Well, yeah...

Duse: Well, shit, L's in there somewhere. I don't know.

Duse b: What? How'd he find us?

Duse: Bitch, he's L, how does he do half the shit he does?

Duse b: Shit.... you got a deathnote?

Duse: I got two.

(Duse holds up fists.)

Duse b

Duse

Duse b

Duse

Duse b: We'll talk about that later Suzan Lori Parks, let's go.

Duse: Hey!

Duse b: Come'on.

Duse: This is gonna be tricky, have you ever seen L?

Duse b: I'm pretty sure I saw him on the Tyra Banks show once?

Duse

Duse b

Duse: Bitch, no.

Duse b: Oh Shit. Then no.

Duse: Then I guess we're gonna have to do ass-kickin' on sight! No prisoners.

Duse b: And then we get our dues?

Duse: (looks up) ...Some dues cant be paid in cash, L.

Duse b:

(A grenade explodes at their feet. They jump from the smoke down to the street screaming what eye witnesses could only describe as sounding like "Duuuuuuuuuuuueeeeeeeees!")