Post-Much Ado

...the library again...

...the world is black and white today. Whenever I wake up on Sunday mornings, my first thought is generally something along the lines of, "Oh...I have to invent something to wear...bother." But today it was decided for me by the light - yet not insipid - sky and clouds.
Which makes it the perfect day for stalking about campus in a trenchcoat. (Thank you, Mrs. Boyer!! :D) Detached, trying to be menacing, but obvious in the attempt and only succeeding in something indefinably grand.

And on campus I am, because Theatre 101 requires its students to attend both of this semester's plays and I just walked out of Much Ado About Nothing. I was rather apprehensive beforehand; my one USI theatre experience (also Shakespeare, no less) was...interesting. We'll leave all description at that. Interesting.
But Much Ado was significantly less so...perhaps it was the presence of Real Actors within the play, which - oh unheard-of miracle in America! - added Interest instead of the abovementioned...interesting topics. USI is extremely proud of these Real Actors, four certified and unionized thespians who are present in both of their fall semester plays. Even the New Harmony Theatre's artistic director, Lenny Liebowitz, who also directed the play, claimed and ran with the malapropistic comedy as Dogberry. Over and over again have I heard touted these professionals that the students get to work with...I will not deny that they made the play as strong as it was, or that it must've been great for the students - but I also must say that their strength only exaggerated the weak performances.

Oh, but I won't write my paper here...I just - it reminded me, is all...
...I would feel assuming, saying that I categorically love theatre, but I have been away from it for so long and - it's perfectly silly, but I am much too empathetic. I sit in my little chair and find my face contorting through what the actors ought to be doing, getting into the emotion of the play better than they themselves, running the entire scene and then falling back, exhausted, at the end, to mutter to myself about how terrible it was. :) I guess I do like theatre. Kind of.
And just to watch a play, no matter what I think of it, reminds me...reminds me of the fact that it's been seven months since I had a character to run in, reminds me of what that feels like, reminds me that I actually do miss it...I am very good at forgetting what would hurt otherwise. But I'm remembering today.
...oh, Academy...
...seven months more...