You Know You're Ready For Spring Break When. . .

Do you ever have one of those days? You know, those days when you wonder why you got out of bed in the first place? Those can it get any worse days? Well, today was my day.

The theatre history prof was late and just when we were beginning to wonder if we should stay or go, we could hear him clomp down the hall in the cowboy boots he has become inordinately fond of wearing lately. Apparently wearing/owning a pair of cowboy boots when living in Texas is a rite of passage. Somehow I missed that message. At any rate, there were a couple of people missing from class this morning, and even though I was there, in plain view, he asked where I was. So, not only does he ignore me and not hear me, now he doesn't see me. Geez! That started off the day which only got worse in the next class. We got our assignments back and I got a negative 10. What the heck does that mean? And, even worse, there were no comments on my assignment. How am I supposed to figure out what I did wrong and correct it? We are getting a chance to correct it because it seems that most of the class, with a couple of exceptions, did the assignment wrong. That's the good news. The bad news is I still don't know how to fix it. And just why did I think it was a good idea to come back to school? Right now, I don't know the answer to that question.

The only good thing about being in school right now is that it is almost Spring Break and I'm going home to Kansas, where the people are semi-sane. I cannot wait for the time away. Only two more days of playwriting this week - woo hoo! We're talking about revision. Sam Smiley has a way to do everything, including revision. At least my in-class play reading is scheduled on April 22, which is the last slot. Of course, the prof did mention in class yesterday that those of us who had the last slots should have perfect scripts because we've had more time to work on them. What a way to encourage a student. If it's not perfect, then what - we're screwed and will fail the class? The life of a grad student is not for the fainthearted - I'm beginning to feel it's for the delusional!