FINAL year
its strange to be in my final year of university. on one hand, i am glad that there will no longer be any more essays to write, no more exams to deal with. yet there is a bittersweet quality to that- no more adrenaline-pumping exams, no more pushing myself in the middle of the night to churn out that genius of an essay.
i feel like time is running out to enjoy university life. so much to do, so little time. especially performing. it IS depressing to think of life with no more performances to work towards. at least for musicians you can gig regularly in venues like pubs and restaurants. as a dancer, you dont quite get that.
am almost sure i will do the MTW weekend show - it's CHICAGO! and all i want to be is in the chorus!
i've had 2 long days of almost neck-to-neck classes. it's been rather overwhelming but somehow i'm feeling really pumped up about my final year as a student. it's now or never to enjoy the intellectual stimulation. how often will you get to discuss Ingmar Bergman or Lubitsch or Robert Frost's "speaking voice" or Robinson Crusoe and Enlightenment?
i feel like time is running out to enjoy university life. so much to do, so little time. especially performing. it IS depressing to think of life with no more performances to work towards. at least for musicians you can gig regularly in venues like pubs and restaurants. as a dancer, you dont quite get that.
am almost sure i will do the MTW weekend show - it's CHICAGO! and all i want to be is in the chorus!
i've had 2 long days of almost neck-to-neck classes. it's been rather overwhelming but somehow i'm feeling really pumped up about my final year as a student. it's now or never to enjoy the intellectual stimulation. how often will you get to discuss Ingmar Bergman or Lubitsch or Robert Frost's "speaking voice" or Robinson Crusoe and Enlightenment?
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