Entry #7
Dear Diary,
Oh boy, today left me feeling a bit overwhelmed. So, you know how I was all excited about acting school and chasing my dreams? Well, reality hit me like a ton of bricks, and it turns out my classes are, like, super-duper hard.
I had my first acting theory class today. They didn’t have class the first week. I didn’t know the teacher was going to make up for it on the first day. It felt like stepping into a different universe. The teacher was throwing around terms like “Stanislavski method” and “method acting,” and I was there like, “Wait, what?” It’s like learning a whole new language, Diary, and I’m just a beginner in the world of Shakespearean gibberish.
Scene analysis is, like, decoding hieroglyphics or something. I stared at the script, trying to figure out what the characters were even talking about. Memorizing lines and understanding the deep emotions behind them is a whole different ball game, and right now, I feel like I’m playing catch with myself.
And then there’s the physical aspect of acting. Today’s movement class made me feel like a giraffe trying to salsa dance. Coordination? Yeah, right. I tripped over my own feet more times than I’d like to admit. It’s like my limbs have a mind of their own, and they’re not on Team Wawchan.
After classes, I slumped into my apartment, feeling a bit defeated. Fluffington (my bed) looked like a cozy refuge, but even there, the script pages taunted me. I’m starting to doubt if I’m cut out for this whole acting thing. Maybe I’m just a small-town girl with big dreams that are too ambitious.
I cracked open a pint of ice cream and ate the whole thing. Now, I’m worried I’ll get fat too. I need to take a deep breath and remind myself that challenges are just stepping stones to success. Lights, camera, hard work – that’s what they say, right? I’ll buckle down, hit the books (or scripts), and give it my all.
Yet, before I could accomplish anything, I started dreaming about Mr. Dreamboat again. I know it’s just a crush, diary, but it feels so real and intense. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if he ever noticed me the way I notice him. Would he see the real me, or would he just see another student with a crush? Only time will tell, but for now, I’ll keep dreaming and hoping that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way.
Feeling a bit overwhelmed but determined,
Wawchan
P.S. I think I need to get a handle on this crush thing. It’s distracting me from my acting goals, but at the same time, it’s giving me this extra boost of motivation. Maybe I can channel this energy into my performances. Who knows, maybe Mr. Dreamboat will see the spark in me after all!