It’s been like a hundred years, so I apologize. In my defense, my schedule has literally looked like this:
MONDAY
8:30am-11:15am ACTING FOR THE CAMERA
11:15-2:30 THEATRE, CREATIVITY AND VALUES
2:30-5:30 WORK IN THE OFFICE
6-7: REHEARSAL
7:30-9: SEE A SHOW
TUESDAY
11am-2pm: WORK IN THE OFFICE
2:15-4:30PM: SONG AS SCENE SHOWCASE (mine went great, ps)
5-12am: WAITRESS WORK
You get the idea. Today looks like this:
FRIDAY: (first I had a whole shitshow with work… that’s a tale for another time)
10am: BUY PROM DRESS FOR BANQUET
11-6pm: TECH BEGINS FOR SENIOR SHOWCASE (we got out at 3 though!)
8pm: GET READY FOR BANQUET/PREGAME
10:30pm: BANQUET
So…. what is Banquet, you may ask? It started my freshman year. Basically, every year the underclassmen in the Theatre Dept put together a “Banquet Committee” made up of juniors, sophomores, and one lucky freshman. In the days leading up to Banquet, they have a few meetings, and on the day of Banquet, they gather in one of the studio spaces and prepare from literally 10am-BANQUET.
Basically, BANQUET is a roast of the graduating seniors and the past year. It’s a series of sketches and parodies, plus an “awards ceremony” for seniors with really ridiculous, fun-poking awards. There are a lot of traditions involved: freshman are always confined to some “other” corner– my freshman year we were forced to sit in the back row on mats that said “FRESHMEN,” sophomore year they constructed a “cage,” and last year we built an “insane asylum” with hay and crates (the joke was on one of the shows that year, set in an insane asylum). The committee, in introducing themselves at the beginning of banquet, lampoons themselves briefly– you know, just to make it fair. There are always comical sketches of each of the mainstage shows, plus some of the other memorable shows of the season. The night concludes with an original song (last year’s was to the tune of Bad Romance– we called it “Mad Romance” for our season of madness). Oh, and everyone is WASTED.
I know the class under me VERY well (most of them are in my company), so I know I’m gonna get got real good tonight. They’ve seen me at my very worst. I have a fairly good idea of what to expect… especially in the last year, I’ve gone a little batshit (mostly in a “I feel so much so deeply all the time” way).
So we’ll see. Tomorrow is Showcase tech again, bright and early, but nobody gives a fuck because it’s BANQUET. I have a fitted short red scalloped “prom” dress to wear tonight, and my entire class is meeting at 8pm to drink a LOT of vodka and get ready together. I really, truly love each member of my graduating class. I’m sure everyone feels that way, but my class is actually REALLY special. I’m not biased, I swear. 🙂
Hasta… who knows?
Love,
B.
P.S. Guess who is 2nd in her graduating class (I mean everyone this time, not just theatre majors)? Oh right, ME. And I have to give the commencement “greeting.” Shiiit!
“”Scared is what you’re feeling. Brave is what you’re doing.”
–Emma Donoghue, ROOM
(another PS– this book is AMAZING.)
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