March 21, 2004
Fell in love with a place
I fell in love with a place yesterday, as much and as hard as I think I've ever fallen for any place, anywhere. My hope is that the other party keeps exceeding my expectations.
I went to visit Villanova yesterday with my father. (Yes, I applied to a place without having ever seen it. I did the same with La Salle - sent in the application, check, and everything on the basis of what I had heard about the program and school. It worked for La Salle. My fingers continue to be crossed.) What I saw, I liked. It feels like a college campus: a pretty big one, actually, a step above La Salle, in size. We walked around for a while, and I kind of liked the general feeling there. I saw a little of the theater, walked though Vasey Hall, where the theatre department is located, and again liked what I saw in both places. I also found the building where the interview is...an incredibly impressive building actually.
It at least felt like a good fit, atmosphere wise. Not the same exact feeling as when I got to La Salle. More optimism on my part I think - I was in one of those moods where my eyes wouldn't focus on anything in particular, so my head kept bobbing around, looking at everything and everyone there
I'm optimistic. My father is optimistic. My entire family seems optimistic. I remain optimistic for assistantships, as they would help immensly. I'm optimistic, though, in general, because I know I could make this work, and it seems to be what I want to do.
My only negative thoughts come from the reputation that I seem to percieve that the school has - the "Vanillanova" image, and the snob image. A friend pointed out tonight that the simplest solution is not to let the images corrupt me. So what. I am who I am, and I'm stronger than what these stupid stereotypes seem to say. The people I know who have gone through the school for theater are the exact opposite of the stereotypes as well.
Rehearsal went very well today. I was grateful because we did more vocal stuff, working through "We Beseech Thee" and a few other songs rather than choreographing something. My legs were still sore from walking around town yesterday, and from the BBall marathon Friday (Yeah, Collegian!) I'm finally starting to remember some of the harmonies in these songs rather than just the melodies. A minor, but necessary accomplishment. I no longer feel like I'm messing up everyone elses' melodies now: I've realized that we're all singing exactly the right notes to screw everyone else up. 
I spent the evening cleaning up a bit. Our kitchen and living room are disgusting, surpassing even the levels from earlier this year. The problem is that I know most of the mess isn't mine. I cleaned it up once this year already, and it was pristine for a few weeks, but I kind of am refusing to touch stuff now before someone else does. The problem is we're getting ants in the kitchen (like a lot of other people) and the roommates don't really care. My roommates rock, but just this once...grr.
The week is looking up...bring on the 60 degree days.
EDIT - 12:12AM 3/22/04 -
I meant to end this with a quote I just found, that made me think. It was on the back of the shirt our director, Louis, was wearing today...
"You will make all kinds of mistakes; but as long as you
are generous and true and also fierce you cannot hurt
the world or even seriously distress her.
She was meant to be wooed and won by youth."
-- Sir Winston Churchill
Kind of made me think back to the whole "2 months left, say what you mean, be who you are, follow your bliss" ideal.
That is all.