Going Global

Sometimes my life is unbelievable. There are some times I wake up in the middle of the night, surrounded by dirty laundry, still wearing jeans, and drool all over my pillow and I think, “This is what I have become. This is what I have amounted to. How did this even happen?” I wipe the drool off my face, slip into a pair of oversized sweatpants, and push the laundry onto the floor with the hopes I’ll deal with it when I wake up in the morning.

This to me is unbelievable. If I had told my high school self that I would become the epitome of collegiate laziness, my sixteen highly put together self would have scoffed at such a thought. To be fair, I have been trapped in Balch for the past week or so, but I still find this to be incredibly alarming. Yet, as most high school students are, I was wrong. I am this person who is sometimes far from glamorous and though it’s incredulous, it’s also reminds me that I am a human being that has less than great moments and that’s perfectly okay.

But then again, this mess of a person also somehow managed to plan her whole summer before spring break. And those plans involve going to South Africa for over two weeks to be apart of the world’s second largest arts festival.

Now that is unbelievable.

I never thought I would ever go to Africa, nonetheless to do theatre. Yet, when I wake up lying in a pile of neglected clothing, my mind doesn’t jump to conclusions about my slobbish behavior, but rather to how excited I am about this upcoming summer.

So maybe I should give you some background as to what is actually going on here. Grahamstown, South Africa hosts a massive arts festival every year and the Tufts Spring Department Show, Richard III, has been invited to attend. While I’m not in the cast and I am extremely busy with theatrical pursuits for the rest of the semester, I have the opportunity to assistant direct the production once it leaves the states.

I am still in disbelief.

me for the rest of the semester
WHAT YES SOUTH AFRICA

Complete

WHAT IS MY LIFE
WHAT IS MY LIFE

and utter

I'm not in control of my emotions
I’m not in control of my emotions

disbelief.

me, currently

While the snow continues to consume academic buildings and swallow cars whole, I now have something to look forward to at the end of the wintery abyss. But honestly, I can’t quite picture what this experience is going to be like. I have traveled sure, but never to this extent and never with this purpose. Though I try to be adventurous and engage myself in exciting opportunities, they generally are variations on the same theme: internships, theatre, writing, and so on. But this is like no other theatrical pursuit I’ve ever had.

Obviously, I am supremely grateful for this opportunity and I cannot event fathom the impact this trip will have on my views on theatre and my future within the art form, but I cannot wait for the adventures that lie beyond this semester. Of course, my projects on campus are still vitally important to me, and I cannot wait to finally sink into Into the Woods, Wave Jacked, and The Fallen once Is He Dead? closes, but I’m also having fun with being in this show too and will be sad to see it come to a close. The amount of theatre I am able to be apart of baffles me and I am so incredibly lucky.

People underestimate the importance of the arts and I can, without a doubt, thank theatre, as it has given me a life full of adventure, art, creativity, friendships, travel, learning, and opportunities I could not have imagined for myself. So when I wake up covered in my own drool, or if I have an off day, I can remind myself that while my life seems to be in shambles, it is absolutely unbelievable.

And theatre has given me that unbelievable life.

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