I'm proving myself wrong.
I couldn't care less.
Don't get me wrong... I'm fine with the production--I'm so excited that it goes up in a week!--and even my Tutorial class is pretty good. Analysis... not as much. History of Christianity? Take it or leave it. English Comp? Right down the crapper. I don't care. I don't want to be here. I want to be doing what I want to do, taking a class or two just for the fun of it, not because I'm required to.
Maybe my attitude hasn't changed as much in the past year as I thought it did.
I'm tired.
I want to be living my life, not be stuck in it.
One year ago today: "You know, you don't have to smile if you don't want to." It was the most freeing comment. Even with the eight of them, I'm still not completely vulnerable, even though it's getting there, for all of us. We spend so much time together that we can't help but get to know each other incredibly well, and in the next few years, we'll get to know each other even better. There has to be a level of trust there, of not feeling like an idiot when we do something silly, or have a bad day, or get emotional in front of each other. Being around each other so much, especially in an acting setting, where we're constantly dealing with our emotions, we're going to see each other at our worst and at our best.
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