After the first bout of critisism (I was already quite self concious and nervous and tense already, thank you so very much) I could not let the tiniest comment go by without analysing it to death and finally deciding how negative everything was. I somehow thought this is what everyone thought of me. Is it all in my head?
Seriously, this is getting out of hand, I think I am LOOKING for things that aren't there now.
For example: (there may be many)
1.
I was very nervous during my monologue, so I swore. (One or two other people included curses in their monologue too). I misinterpreted the exercise so when I got there I had to completely improvise it. In the routine discussion afterward, Emily said, "I think that people use swearing and it just lets down their performance." something to that effect. That couldn't have been a personal attack, could it? I am going insane?
2.
Another drama lesson.
Elenie: How did your ushering job go?
Me: Oh... I got there late but I didn't know and--
Ylaria: *strolling past, leaning in to talk to Elenie* she got there
one hour late...
Elenie: Oh really??
3.
At my ushering job, Ernie told me to clean the back stairs which was not even technically an usher's job because you know, they're the back stairs and no one goes up the back stairs because they are part of the STAFF ROOM, not the theatre. Also, said Ernie, the cleaners refused to touch them. Geez, thanks. Out of all the ushers, and on CLOSING NIGHT, no less. Now I just sound like a brat but I need somewhere to vent.
4.
At Drama again, Peter looks like he's finally going to praise me. He looks up with a great big smile (yes, this does look creepy) and says, "Oh and Lisa, can I just say..." I hold my breath, wondering what the hell will come out... the whole class has his attention...
Peter: Can I just say what a wonderful job you did on the stairs!
Me: *not quite registering... what great thing did I do on stairs... I walked up and down stairs in my last monologue... no.. wait... he can only mean... OH FOR FUCKSSAKE. NOT THE FUCKING STAIRS IN NUMBER 3. JESUS.* Oh right! The stairs! *quick smile and it's gone. Class, please do not look at me.*
Blair: Haha yeah great job on the Stairs!
Emily: Now if you fail as an actor you'd make a great cleaner!
Oh please I want to die. I kinda still do.
5.
Had long talk to Griffin on bus to civic and Bryce... it was a very interesting conversation and it was fun. But then the more I thought about it afterwards the more I convinced myself they thought I was an idiot.
Anyway, that is just a few.
Thanks to this class I am shoving the books about Stanislavski down my throat (because he seems to be the person my teacherin a desperate attempt not to look like an idiot, because I am not an idiot. They just make me feel like one and they can't win and ruin my life and my self confidence because I won't let them. At the same time, I feel awful and stupid. And I feel awful and stupid for not giving up. But if I do give up I'll feel awfuller and stupider. Its a doozy.