[title of blog] | There’s Life Outside of Theatre?!

“Now I know what you felt like after Lend Me a Tenor. I have so much extra time and I don’t even know what to do with myself!”

Finally, an athlete and I can relate on post-season blues.

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Kristen gets my life, sans theatre.

This past month, I’ve been experiencing extra curricular activities on the sidelines, since I have yet to start spending countless hours in Balch again. Though I realize the period of Hodgdon dinners and collapsing in my dorm at ungodly hours of the night is on the brink, I’ve been able to cheer other people on in their respective interests, from swimming to Blackout to the LIFT Outreach Program. Tufts never lets your life become mundane in any regard, but in comparison to my hectic fall semester, the change of pace has warranted more listening than sharing. I don’t have crazy rehearsal stories to tell or get overly excited about blocking a complicated scene. Instead, I’ve been living vicariously through my friends’ own Tufts experiences that are radically different than mine.

My roommate is surprised that I’m asleep before midnight some days. People invite me to more events because they know I can’t use “I have rehearsal” as an excuse, which is a definitely a loss of identity. It feels like I’m discovering new sides of Tufts everyday. For instance, tonight I have the excellent opportunity to hear Andrea Gibson speak in association with our LGBTQ community. I participated in and attended a Hillel event that a friend had an integral part in organizing. This weekend, I have a ticket to the Vagina Monologues and I bought the ticket with the knowledge I would actually have zero conflicts in regards to theatre.

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I’m feeling very much like Jasmine within the realm of Tufts. Except I don’t get a magic carpet, just ice cold feet.

My Tufts story has been dominated by theatre and the performing arts in general. During my tours, I mention “if Balch had beds, I’d probably sleep here more often than in my own room.” I have dedicated so much to theatre, since seventh grade, and to finally have a moment to delve into my peers interests and explore more exotic parts of the Tufts community has been extremely rewarding. When you’re so passionate about something, whether it is theatre, music, politics, even computer science, people tend to box themselves in. By no means did I feel confined last semester, but I did feel like I had to make sacrifices to be in theatre. I was willing and happy to do that, but I’m very glad that I get to make up for it now and understand other facets of Tufts. College is about creating an intellectually diverse environment and realizing not only how expansive the world is, but also your own mind. While theatre will always be my primary focus, it’s been nice to divert that focus to find new characteristics of college. This method of education is largely why I chose a liberal arts university over a conservatory program. Not that conservatory programs don’t offer unique experiences themselves, but I wanted to discover ideas and theologies outside of theatre and my performance art life.

Sometimes, I have to put things into perspective. I’m a student, not only the arts but also of the world. I’m not a one-dimensional human being, so why should I limit my education to fit a one-dimensional mindset?

While this break from theatre has been eye opening and I’ve been trying to utilize my time to the fullest, I am anxious to dive back into the endlessly long nights and twelve-hour tech days. It’s a balancing act, accommodating both my theatrical passion and my newfound interests.

Plus this break has allowed me to get other important things in my life done, from looking for summer internships to the amazing diagnosis from my optometrist that I don’t blink correctly. Somewhere between writing endless cover letters and staring at internship applications, my eyesight has given way.

So, while I adjust to my new spectacles and continue to fret about my imminent future, I’m using my post-season to the fullest extent and awaiting the reestablishment of my Tufts theatre life. Also religiously following the #SochiProblems thread on Twitter has become an unhealthy obsession. For instance, this particular find of the Russian Police Choir singing Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky” during the opening ceremony.

As evidence of this post, free time is clearly a foreign concept to me.

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