I SAID GODDAMN THERE IS NO TIME FOR MESSING AROUND.
Just the first day of orientation (there are two) has us bruised, sweaty and all too aware of our extreme level of out of shape.
Last night I got to see a workshop production of some alumni and their clown show. Today we oriented for several hours, the MFA's threw us a BBQ, and we got our first assignment. Why am I so tired? We did waaay less than we usually will...
Luckily my roomates are mad cool. They wear safety goggles while driving nails, and buy vodka by the drum. Summer also figured out how to start our ancient stove.
Second day of orientation tomorrow, which makes me a little more at ease because it's sweatpants wearing studio work. Warm ups, realizing you STILL can't do push ups, stuff like that. I can deal with that kind of sucking. It's the mental stuff that gets to me. I'll let you know how it goes. Oh, and the day after that is the actual first day of school. Pictures to follow.
PS Also, my name anagrams to Axe Boullion. For our metal band.