Ramblings

Proofreading.I was in the fourth grade when Ms. Hastings, my teacher, became the first person to tell me I needed to proofread. The “essay” was on the history of Delaware and I turned in the paper feeling like a rock star. It would have been a A+ paper minus the 50 million grammatical errors. Those errors made my A+ paper become a B-.

Fast forward to senior year of college. I recently got back a paper from my Biology class. I had proofed the paper, made sure all of my data was correct, double checked everything numerous times, and I received a 95% on the paper. See how important proofing is?

Last night’s class reminded me of the Delaware paper. Gregg reminded me that my entries in this blog are quite public. Normally when I blog I write in a stream of conscious. I’m horrible with grammar since it was never a subject my English classes focused on. As Emma, my freshman year roommate will attest to, there was a point my life where I would ask her “Did you ate yet?” I have learned the powers of grammar and being detail-oriented. It is just not happening as quickly as I would like.

Stage managing taught me the necessity of proofing my documents. Trying to graduate has also taught me the necessity of proofing my papers. I realize I have to proof everything I make public, including my blog and wiki entries. That is why this entry and all future entries will be typed in a Word document instead of directly in my blog. This is also why I had 5 different people read my email I sent out and I’m never sending anything out in the Box Office before someone else reads it.

I’m trying to make a change for the better.
Donna

I’ve been trying to write a post this weekend but I can’t seem to sort out my thoughts enough to make a logical one. This weekend has been a nice break and this weekend has also been spent studying like a rockstar for my first Bio exam. I’m trying to perk up but I am quite sleepy this evening.

The bases are loaded.
There already been two outs.
One more shot and then game over.

Its taken me a long time to realize that I am actually a smart person. I’ve never been a particularly great student. I have always found myself chosing extracurriculars over class. Don’t get me wrong I adore learning its just that it takes a lot for me to do school work.BUT THIS TIMES DIFFERENT…

because it has to be. After this semester I have one more semester left. My life is a slightly…well…different one. Because of everything that has happened I have been very lucky and people have given me second chance after second chance. I’m running out of second chances. In fact I’m on my last one in a whole hell of a lot of ways. I can’t get anything lower than a C this semester. It will be my best GPA over the course of college. I don’t want to fail and I can’t fail.

I must prove to myself that I can do this. I’m paying for college myself so why have a wasted SO much money so far. This is my third time taking biology because of a decision that so people that I’m very grateful to made.

A very smart man had a come to jesus with me this week. (I know its only Tuesday) He kind of slapped me in the face with something I didn’t want to hear but needed to. I’m not scared of failing instead I want to pass.

Want is the key word here. I WANT to do my work. I WANT to pass.

I WANT to graduate college because if I don’t then what was the tears, all-nighters, and worries for.

xoxo,
Donna
PS- Thanks to Fritz for the picture during lab while we were waiting for the man

^{From the side of a building next to the Sam Adams Brewery, Boston 2007}

I really like the picture above. I took it last summer when I was visiting Mary (my sister and best friend) in Boston. It has some to do with this entry other that its an awesome quote AND I really like the picture.

I ‘ve been contemplating Sully’s blog post from Jan 22 and a converstation I had with a gentleman soon after watching her film.
Recently I was coming into work a patron me in the lobby asking about our upcoming productions. Excited to tell him what we are doing this semester I handed him the season flyer, explained Far Away and She Stoops To Conquer. Then the man said something I had never heard before and had to choose my words very carefully in response.

Gentleman: I’ve never heard of college theatre.
Me: Oh…really?
Gentleman: I might have to check it out it seems like such a novel concept.
Me: What do you mean?
Gentleman: Well…you obviously can’t have actual rehearsals because of classes so the shows must be winged.
The converstation went on a few minutes later. I politely told the gentleman that our students balance both class and rehearsals and everything is fully rehearsed and we have very high performance standards. He didn’t seem to believe me but went on his merry way saying he would try to come back.

What are your thoughts?

love,
Donna

At 11:00 pm last night I started working on catching up on my homework.

Its 6 AM now.  I completely got distracted by working and playing with my blog and Flickr and trying to find a tool for my 2 min short.  I can’t go to sleep now because we all know I won’t wake up.

First Tool I tried - Jumpstart. No me gusta.  I would like to find something I can incorportate audio files and pictures since I don’t have any video files right now.

If we were at a bar we could toast to sleepless nights.
xoxo,
Donna

Dear Blog and readers of this lovely piece of blog dom,
I’m sorry I’ve been MIA as of the last few days. Its not that I haven’t wanted to write in this but most of my writing would have been random medicated ramblings. Okay backtrack on this story, if you have the urge to read about my life since class.
Wednesday- I go to Spanish because I’m going to class and get hit like a ton of bricks feeling like death in a small white room. I figure it must have been something I ate and ignore these feelings. Then I go to Ideas and by this time I feel like my body is about to explode. Wednesday’s trip discussion doesn’t help my head feel any better and I leave class feeling like I could pass out at any moment. By the time I get home I have a 100.2 temperature. I haven’t had a temperature since freshman year.
Wednesday Night- Barely survive the night of chills, sweats and all kinds of fun.
Thursday/Friday/Saturday- I wake up with a 102.2 temperature and I go to the Health Center and get the health sentence of doom.

I have the flu.

He gives me a prescription and sends me home for rest. I end up going to the management meeting praying that I don’t have to breathe/talk/touch anyone for fear of getting a room of theatre people sick. After the meeting, mainly because Kyle and Reggie yelled at me, I go home and go to sleep for a very long time…almost 23 straight hours. I woke up long enough for Mitch to take me to Wal-Mart to get my prescription. Same as the management meeting…I don’t want to breathe/talk/laugh to Mitch for fear of getting an actor sick. I go back home and minus for a brief trip out to actually have human contact and to get some form of food (by this time I hadn’t eaten in 48 hours) I slept for roughly over three straight days and have been coked out on antibiotics.

Today has been spent trying desperately to catch up on the work that the flu had rendered me useless in completing.

PS - The Health Center said I’m their seventh case of flu in the last week including some that had gotten a flu shot. Please be careful. As we all know, none of us can afford to get sick.
love,
Donna