I’ve been out of school for nearly a month. I received A’s in all of my classes, and As on all of my papers, one of which I’m planning to submit to a conference or journal. I don’t say that to brag…well, not too much. I say it because those As are indicative how much I worked this year. This year was absolutely amazing, but I worked my ass off. I barely saw any of my friends or family. On the weekends, I planned wonderful date nights in which no work would be discussed, but I would inevitably start feeling guilty about all the grading I was missing, or the reading I should be doing. But now, we’re done. I should probably be doing my reading to prepare for the MA Exam which occurs next January. I should map out my workload for next semester. I should get my reading materials together for the class I’m teaching, and additionally lament that I voluntarily got an 8AM Monday morning teaching time. But I haven’t been doing any of that. It’ll probably bite me in the ass eventually, but it’s summer. Here’s what I’ve been up to in the past month:
1. Rehearsing my brains out for a production of Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues. This play is one of those things I’ve always wanted to do, but they always produced it at UConn when I was preoccupied with another play (and UConn was really stringent about not letting us do ANY sort of theatrical work that wasn’t through its Fine Arts department). I’ve finally gotten to be part of it, and it’s been greater than my wildest expectations. It’s funny, searing, explosive, heartbreaking, and ultimately very educational. Did you know it’s legal to sell guns in Texas, but illegal to sell vibrators, and if you are caught with intent to sell, you could be fined up to $10,000 or face up to a year of hard labor? This play both infuriates me and delights me. It will also be the only time you will ever hear me say the “C” word in public. So get it while the gettin’s good. http://www.cheneyhall.org for showtimes/ticket prices. We opened last night and the crowd was in an uproar the entire time.
2. Read A Clash of Kings and A Storm of Swords in the span of one week (yes, the latter book is 1000+ pages. What of it? I drink a lot of coffee), went to go buy the fourth book, A Feast for Crows, in George RR Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series and was pissed that Barnes and Noble only had it in hardcover, and proceeded on to Patrick Rothfuss’s Kingkiller Chronicles. I’m still thinking about Tyrion, though. It feels like I’m cheating on someone. Sidebar: The finale was fantastic, wasn’t it? Although knowing what comes next really bummed me out, because I know what all the repercussions are going to be. If they keep everything, that is. And there was so much that got left out! Dany’s other visions in The House of the Undying, for example. But kudos to the showrunners for bringing back Khal Drogo, because who wasn’t moved by that vision of what Danys’ life could have been if Mirri Maz Duur hadn’t gotten involved?? I’m pretty pumped that they kept Arya’s interactions with Jaqen H’ghar, too, because it shows how much she’s devolving into this cold, unfeeling persona that is only going to be more and dispassionate as time wears on and she sees what death is and how she can manipulate it. Valar Morghulis!
3. Saw Florence + the Machine at Mohegan Sun. Partied in Brooklyn and ate vegan pizza in a hole-in-the-wall that was the best pizza I have ever eaten in my entire life, then drank beer in a brewery as a cat wandered around the premises and a guy puked on the floor in front of our table. Saw The Avengers twice in one weekend and had my face blown off by awesome. I’m hoping Snow White and the Huntsman is good, and I’m praying Prometheus is as good as the trailer predicts.
4. Watching the Celtics attempt to kick Lebron back to South Beach. Come on, Celts. One more game. Grit and Balls. I’m sad I won’t be able to watch, as I’ll be in performance!
5. I registered for the Niantic Half-Marathon and I intend to CRUSH it. I have zero reasons not to complete the race. My training plan starts precisely the same day my show closes, which is exactly 12 weeks (not counting the week I’ll be in London). I want to kill it but not kill myself or my knees.
6. The Olympics are officially 48 days away. We land in London in 54 days. I can’t even begin to explain to you my gratitude, excitement, happiness, and overall OMG-ness about this entire situation. I’m so unbelievably thankful that we’re getting this opportunity and that I get to share it with my whole family, my best friend, and my man. Plus, LONDON. Only my favorite city on the planet.
Other than that? It’s summertime. I’m attempting to relax. While at the same time cognizant that there’s a gigantic, 6 hour MA exam waiting for me in January. I need to remember that, and start preparing for it. But right now, I want to soak up as much sun as I can so I can look back on it fondly this winter while my pasty behind sits in a chair, plowing through as much Chaucer and rhetoric as I can stomach.
It’s a smile, it’s a kiss, it’s a sip of wine, it’s summertime.
PS. I do have a summer job. Two, to be exact. One is at the children’s theater I’ve worked at for the past 3 summers, and the other is as a host in a restaurant. They’re fun, they pay well, and I love who I work with. That’s all I can ask for.