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| DRAMA JOURNAL - JUN 6 2003 Click here to go home THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS ON THINGS... KEEP IN MIND I WRITE WHAT I FEEL AND THINK AND I WRITE IT LIKE A PRIVATE JOURNAL - NOTHING IS TONED DOWN EVEN THOUGH IT WILL BE VIEWED BY OTHER PEOPLE... I've got a lot to get to with this, seeing I haven't added an entry this term. Well, let me start from the beginning of the term, April the 29th. We didn't do much this lesson, except for playing that Poison Forearm game, and preparing for our solos. Now at this point I might add that we've had the holidays in which to prepare for them. Anyway, we did a little bit of work on our solos. Moving on, a fortnight from "D-Day" as I've entitled it, we played that ludicrous Poison Forearm game again. Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad game, it's just a slight pain in the ass. With that said, (or typed) we also played another warm up game, running around like lunatics through the seats. Luckily no-one from the nearest nuthouse was there to witness our behaviour. So after stupidifying ourselves, we unravelled with the realization of "holy shit, we've got two weeks to get our asses into gear or to leave the country". Fortunately I chose to get my ass into gear. Over this lesson, and the next one we showcased our opening poses and two minute exerpts from our solos. Following that, we were presented with a question that now makes sense, although at the time I was thinking "what a stupid question". The question was "if your character had pockets, what would be in them?". Fair enough, I thought, until I put pencil to paper and wrote down a few things. When each of them was read out, they were greeted with an "and...." from Benney, implying that this guy should either have bigger pockets, or more stuff in them. I should've said that he didn't have pockets, but then I wouldn't have learned anything about him, would I? OK, fast forward past the two lessons working on our performance to the actual performance date, Thursday the 15th of May. Benney, decided to play Powerball with the names and drew out two at a time. Me, in my infinite wisdom thought that I'd be one of the last ones, so I was sort of relaxing until I was told I was third. So as the time came for me to step up onto the stage I was really packing it. To be honest, I don't know what I was afraid of, I don't think it was failiure, but either way, I was convinced that I had Parkinsons Disease. I was trying to stall the performance, to let it run over four minutes. Naturally, it didn't, and I fell short of the 4-7 minute target. I can't remember how long it went for, but I'd say it was about three and a half minutes. From several people I got compliments, but I wasn't pleased with myself. Looking back, I know I didn't exactly know why I wasn't happy, and up until now, as I am writing this, I still didn't know. But now I do. I feel that my charater really lacked depth. He had emotion alright. I don't know if it was apparent, but the guy had emotion. So I guess I've come to the conclusion that the whole thing didn't really fly...or run...or walk... it kind of just limped and hobbled along, because I didn't believe in the character I was performing. The next day was a releif. We'd done our solos. Not only that but we had kids from (one of) my old school(s), Kalinda Primary. It was fun, and I guess for those that did it, it was sort of an escape from the stress of the solos. Shortlly after that, we had a lesson where we played a very interesting game, 'Broken Window', for the first time, and thats saying something, seeing most of us have done drama since year seven with the exception of the first semester of year ten when for some reason Year 10 Drama wasn't run. Anyway, we played it three times I think, and after that we watched Gas Boy (aka Craig)'s (see me, Ashkaan, Rachel or Ms Benney for an explanation of that) and recieved feedback from our solos. Continuing on, we wrote our self-evaluations and then in the following lesson, performed an everyday activity twice, first without, then with a purpose, but not before we played SpaceJump, a game that I don't particularly fancy. Nothing too exciting to elborate on there. The following lesson, we created masks and felt the felling they possessed when worn. Interesting to say the least, although it was a little too serious for my liking, hence me bitching about it now. Oh, by the way, that mask that was accidentally ripped, umm, that was me. As the saying goes, "shit happens". It certainly did, but at least I'm admitting it. Now this is where we set up the storyline for what could be possibly called the most turbulent, daytime soap-like week of drama in history. I'm not going to into detail about the "3 Issues" but one of those issues was taking its toll on Person N (I know this is ridiculous, but if the letter N doesnt give you a hint then I'm afraid you're not looking hard enough). Anyway, we were sorted into a few groups. Now to understand whats going on, one of the groups had Kylie, James, Myself and guess who? Mel. Anyway this lesson was fine. We didn't get to perform jack shit, which meant that it was to be done in the double period on Thursday. This is where everything took a turn for the worst. Later that day and on Wednesday, these issues were somewhat 'magnified' and one could say a form of depression swept through the class. These two days could put into theory the sayings of two of the most prolific wrestlers in World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE). The first is from Stone Cold Steve Austin and he says "DTA - Don't Trust Anybody". Fair enough, and pretty self explanotory.. The other quote is from everyone's favourite...OK, OK, my favourite WWE wrestler, The Rock. And he says "Know Your Role, And Shut Your Mouth". Some of you may be wondering what the hell I've been smoking, but the fact is nobody knew their role, and nobody shut their mouth. So this sets the scene for Thursday, which everyone was told is a "no stress, BYO food and/or drink" occasion. Seeing this is my journal, and I can show bias, mock something pretty much say anything, I'll be honest. I, like many of use have cried over this difficult period, and I can say I was sure as hell not looking forward to turning up when the bell rang for Period 3. So, in we go. We talk in a group. We talk individually, and I can say that even though none of these "issues" was solved, they were definately "lightened" in some respects. I wasn't feeling good, but I was feeling better after we were finished. It was confronting as hell, but it was arguably the best 'drama' (I use that term loosely) lesson we've ever had, and even though they were tested, the bonds between certain people got stronger. Well I didn't think I could do it, but there it is, an honest account of the term, and hopefully next term, or should I say semester, will be as good. The motto of the story: Shit happens - that's life, but it doesn't have to be a crappy experience, especially when we got a class that cares so much about each other. We ussually build bridges on our own, but now we've built one together. Oh...and the sub-motto, if you will, is the fact that wrestling might be staged, but damn it, the business is a goldmine for quotes! I'll finish by using one of The Rocks lines: If ya smellllllllllllllllllllll what The Rock (or in this case Bob)....is cookin'! -Bob [END OF PAGE] All material on this website is (c) 2003 Bob Productions Inc., on behalf of the Curiosity KilledThe Cat Team and Maroondah Secondary College. Don't copy anything without permission or a lawsuit will be coming your way. |
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