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Heh. I've become such a... 15-year-old. Sad when that's the most derogatory term I can think to describe myself, isn't it? Yeah, that's what I thought, too. But I'm still not telling why I feel like a 15-year-old.

It's starting to sink in--just a little--that I'm not going back to school in the fall, and it's starting to scare me. I mean, I'm glad that life is moving on, and that there are new opportunities every time I turn around, but at the same time, there's stability in the routine of school. There's familiarity in the rhythms of the year that start in September and end in June. Or April. Depending on where in your education you are.

But still. Until that actually happens, and I'm settlet into the rhythm of the neww phase of life, I miss it. It scares me that I won't be going back. Somehow, the idea of being a fully responsible adult and building a career doesn't quite fit.

I went to the gym last night after I got off work at 11. I haven't gone that late in a long time, but it reminded me of all first semester last year, when Janna and I used to go after rehearsal, class, work, whatever. Biggest difference is that now I have a 45 minute, not 4-5 minute, drive home.

But good grief; that semester seems like it was so long ago. It's only been a year, but it feels like forever since last school year was starting.

One year ago today: I don't think people realize just how much training goes into a theatre degree. I don't think they understand how much more than just memorizing lines there is to theatre. I often get the assumption that a theatre degree is a waste of time, because it's something that "anyone can do," without being trained.
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