So, we're thinking Medial Collateral ligament tear. I'm convinced it's only a strain. Monday's visit to the orthopaedic surgeon will tell. Boy, I tell you, I'm frustrated. I did a lot of work and sacrificed a lot of things to come here, and I sure as heck hate watching it pass me by from the couch.

My class is super supportive - I'm so afraid of being left behind but I know they won't let it happen. Learning. patience. Gratitude, writing, and developing a directors eye. Sigh no more. It's par for the course.

Reading Back

Funny - I was reading back over some of the blogs I wrote from school - during the very first performance lab, Ronlin told me I was being 'strident', and that that was never funny.

I thought I should mention that in the last few days of class, he had me develop a high status character (that red dress clown from the finals pictures) who screams for her staff and stomps around pouting.

stri·dent
Pronunciation: \ˈstrī-d^ənt\

Function: adjective

characterized by harsh, insistent, and discordant sound ; also : commanding attention by a loud or obtrusive quality


Just sayin'.

I have a hard time finding high status characters. I feel like to play high status in the clown realm, you have to say no a lot. No, I won't do that, no YOU shouldn't do that. It's really hard to find the delight. I got frustrated, I pouted, I was given a reference:
Oh Margaret Dumont. Could you ever take a pie. Turns out my work was to learn to take a fall. High status = bigger fall = bigger laughs. This is my work.

I was given more homework to watch - 2 women who can take a fall:

I could certainly find myself in worse company.