Sunday, October 9, 2011

A Mid-autumn's Week's Scream

(i couldn't quite afford one of those guys who narrates movie previews, so just imagine)

twenty one schools.

three days.

one chance.

hundreds of drama students from all over the country come together in a competition so fierce that only one word can describe it.



o.k. it wasn't really THAT intense, but it was quite a weekend. a four hour drive to cedar city, two trips to ihop, various fast food restaurants, a birthday girl, all you can eat pizza, costumes in the streets, diction coaching, nail biting, stay-up-until-two-in-the-morning madness.

let me tell you the Winter's tale (or autumn i suppose) of our three days.

the first day, we showed up at school at a horrifically early time (7:15) and loaded all of our belongings onto the bus. this proved an adventure in and of itself, seeing as how we had over twenty costumes that had to be hung, a clothes rack, and a large janitor style garbage can.

once on the yellow vehicle, we drove for four hours down to the wooden city of cedar. along the way, pouring rain outside our window briefly turned to snow, which was quite an milestone for one of our members who had never actually seen falling snow (Florida girl).

Later that night we saw "Dial M for Murder" (I'm keeping security cameras on my husband when we get married) and "A Winter's Tale". (just FYI that is 5 hours of play-watching)
the next day we had scene and monologue (eep) rounds. for those performing there were three rounds, and the entirety of it lasted from 4:00-8:30, and for the record, i actually CRIED during my last round!!!! (i had a very sad monologue so it was acceptable) I'm not quite sure if this was from lack of sleep and nutrition, but you can interpret this moment As You Like it.

day three: we performed our ensemble scene (Julius Caesar, business style) and watched other school's scenes for ...drum roll hours. oh yes. seven. if it wasn't so horrifically long, it probably would have been A Comedy of Errors. but the length was slightly excruciating. also, it curiously decreased my respect for Shakespeare. (what kind of guy writes about killing your daughter, summoning evil spirits, murdering your wife, or feeding a mother her son???) i have my suspicions that Shakespeare might have been in a straight jacket if he was born now-a-days. (although i allow that he's brilliant)

On what seemed like the Twelfth Night (although it was really the third) we went to the Awards ceremony, and I'm sure they meant well by having four very looooong speeches, and announcing awards as slowly as humanly possible, but Measure for Measure, it seemed Much Ado About Nothing. amidst the headache feeding racquet, i am proud to say that Highland got second place in our ensemble scene, and second place overall!!!! that it out of twenty two schools people!!

i will now give you time for fist pumps, cheering, smiling, and confetti throwing.

thank you. your enthusiasm is appreciated. (i also got first place, first place and fourth place in my rounds, and a cornucopia of superiors. yip.)

and although my brain is oozing "prithee"s and "hither"s, i am so glad that we went on this trip, and it was a BLAST. i guess that

All's Well that Ends Well.


  1. Hope, the FAMOUS! Prithee, when art thou debuting hither in Rochester so thine most beloved cousin-in-law can attend thee; so as to view thee on the stage of life?...I'll leave that wordy business to Shakespeare and communicate on my level: enter fist pump. You rule!

  2. BRAVO, HOPE! Thou hast ever been glib of tongue and grand of gesture. Congratulations! We are delighted for you!


  3. THrilled with your success, Hopeage! Gerome and the candy corn are proud. I would love to see you in act-ion onstage! Perhaps when your very own musical debuts on broadway we'll head to NYC for the premiere!

  4. As the Bard wrote, "You go, girl!"