Friday, 18 September 2015

Week 2: I'm in Love and Filled With Crippling Self-Doubt

First things first, I'm so in love with this school, that I continually feel like I've actually fallen into a parallel universe, or into the plot of some cheesy college movie. Like, look at this campus! It doesn't even seem real! I'm writing this on a Muskoka chair beside a creek! If it weren't for the fact that the doors not only work, but go somewhere, I'd seriously like this was some elaborate hoax, or a very well put together movie set.
Further proof that my school is probably
prettier than your school.



I'm in love with my program. Honestly, if high school was like this I would've been there every day come hell or high water.

The Stratford Festival Theatre Workshop. All 
the set pieces are built here, then a tractor-
trailer moves them over to the theater.

I'm in love with the people in my program. These are honestly the most beautiful and talented people I've ever worked with. Like, it's not even statistically possible that our program is this good looking. I honestly can't think of a single person in my program who isn't totally stunning at least a half-dozen different ways. And my God, the talent. Choir is probably my favourite class, because it's 90 minutes of listening to some fantastic ladies trilling like birds, and fawning over how rich and deep the guys sound.
I don't think I'm allowed to say what this is for, 
but what I can say is this is 400-year-old 
furniture shipped over from London, and it'll
be used ALOT next season.


But with all this comes the lovely aftershock of self-doubt. I'm absolutely in love with this school, and I can't imagine myself taking a bachelor anywhere else. However, the reality of the situation is that MT will only be taking a couple of us back next year. Last year, I only had about a 1 in 10 chance of getting in, but this year it goes down to roughly a 1 in 36 chance of getting in. So I mean there's that, which is absolutely terrifying.
It's a really fast walking snap, but 
this should give you an idea of 
how many costumes there are in 
The Warehouse. (SFT owns The 

Warehouse, and uses it for
storage, and runs a costume
rental service as well. The back
half of The Warehouse is the
SFTWorkshop.)

Along with that though, is the crippling and continuous self-doubt of how did I even get into school here? Everyone in this program is so unbelievably talented, and I'm just... me. All these dancers, singers and actors. Every week there's another person who's missed class because they're at a modelling shoot, or audition, or they're filming something, and I'm just over here like "I was an extra in a student film once". As depressing as it is the reality of my situation is that I either need to get a lot better, or I need to be prepared to switch schools.
PRROOOPPPPSSSSS!!!!!!


Oh, I'm an idiot. We went to Stratford this week and did a bunch of things. We went through the workshop where they build all the sets and props, we went through the costume shop and got to see tons of the costumes from the 2014 & 2015 seasons, and got to go through places that you're only allowed when you're an employee. We also watched The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare. It was a really good, and I enjoyed Acts I, II & III, however I have no clue what happened during Acts IV & V as I got sick during intermission. I did get it together by the end of the show, so I could go back in and see the change over from The Taming of the Shrew to Love's Labour's Lost. Thank God I did, I would've been so mad if I missed it.
Panoramic shot of the entry-way of The Warehouse. Conor moved. (L-R: Christal, Mikayla, Florencia, Sarah, Caitlyn, Kenzie, Khalil, Natalie & Conor)

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