Accepted!

Accepted!

While students all over the world were accepted to the College of William and Mary last week, I was accepted to graduate school!



Did That Really Just Happen? A Whole Semester? Really?

A lead in a play, my first feature film, and graduate school applications and auditions have been keeping me a busy senior!



Walking Among Giants

Readers, Once again, I apologize for my absence. I assure you though, it was not without just cause. These last five weeks I have been participating in an intensive improv comedy workshop at the iO theatre in Chicago. For those of you not familiar with improvisational comedy, the iO and the Second city are the



Cooking

Hello team! I know that it has been a little while since I have updated this awesome blog that you all read so religiously, quote, my hilarious Improvisational Theatre member roomie, Maggie Seegers. I do, in fact, have good reason for my absence. Since my last post, I have uprooted my comfy existence to sweltering



Time flies…seriously

Dear readers, It has been four long weeks since I have written…probably longer, but I haven’t checked the date of my last post, so let’s go with four weeks, shall we? Anywho. Today was my very last rehearsal for my show that heads up to D.C. tomorrow and opens on Friday. Can you believe it?



Cooking

Hello team! I know that it has been a little while since I have updated this awesome blog that you all read so religiously, quote, my hilarious Improvisational Theatre member roomie, Maggie Seegers. I do, in fact, have good reason for my absence. Since my last post, .I have uprooted my comfy existence to sweltering



Sunshine and Summertime

Happy summer readers!! I hope you are all enjoying your time off of school, work, or whatever your day to day might be. I’m sitting in my parents big comfy bed right now, surrounded by my script, monologue books, and pieces of paper with essay ideas on them. My dog is sitting right next to me dutifully watching the French open on TV. My parents are actually in France right now enjoying the tournament, so if you turn on your TV and see someone who looks like me but a little older, it’s probably my mom! Some parents have all the fun…but I digress. Today marks the middle of the third week of summer break, not that I’m counting of course. In the weeks before I leave for Williamsburg to rehearse for my show in D.C., I have been keeping busy and staying focused, all while relaxing of course! I leave for Virginia on June 15th, and there is much to be done before then. Since I have been home I have been meeting with a trainer three times a week at the gym getting my stamina up for everything I am involved in this summer. It’s been really fun, but also super tough! I’ve taken up yoga, and am really enjoying myself. One thing I will have to take advantage of next year is “Beau-ga,” a yoga class taught at the rec center by my freshman hall mate, Beau Blumburg. I have also been dancing, taking at least two classes a week. It’s been so fun to put my tap shoes back on, and to get back into ballet. There is a dance heavy musical next year, and I want to be prepared to get a good part! I have been taking voice lessons and working with a dialect coach to perfect my British accent for another audition that is coming up. I have also been researching graduate schools. At the end of the year I sat down with my advisor, who is wonderful and so helpful, and asked him what he thought about being a theater major and going to graduate school. He thought that it would be a good idea to apply and audition and see what my options are then go from there. I totally agree! The advisor/student relationship at William and Mary is incredible, especially when you declare your major. They are so helpful and so easy to talk to, I know that I will be going to my advisor for advice long after I graduate. So, in these past few weeks I have researched and compiled a complete list of where I’m applying and auditioning for grad school and what the dates are. Nothing like time off to be productive! Other than that I have been enjoying the sunshine, playing with my dog, and visiting old friends. I’ll be in Virginia and D.C. soon enough to begin my first professional production, and I honestly could not be more excited! Woo hoo! 



Possibilities

Dear readers,I have to start by apologizing. I have been gone for way too long. Well, I have good reason, I promise! Since my last entry I have been in two shows, run projections for another show, completed my junior year, and have maintained a steady social life in between! The first show that I was in this semester was Shakespeare’s, “The Tempest.” It was a blast to be a part of. The production was a part of a student run organization on campus called Shakespeare in the Dark. SITD puts on student directed productions of different Shakespeare plays. The director was Stephen Dunford, a senior and a fellow theater major. He cast me and two other girls as the part of Ariel. We represented the three elements: earth, fire, and rain. I had the pleasure of playing earth Ariel. It was a very interesting and eye opening experience. I also had the opportunity to be in a scene in the directors workshop class production of “The Good Doctor.” It is a play written by Neil Simon based off of Anton Chekov’s short stories. I was the wife Sonya in the first scene entitled “The Sneeze.” In my own opinion, it was hilarious. Well, the show was hilarious. Senior Mary Meyers was the director, and she was just a joy to work with. Last, I got to run projections for the Friday performance seminar class and their production of “Hair.” It was a phenomenal production with an extremely talented cast. People were turned away at the door every night, it was just that popular! I have never had the experience of working on a show from a tech angle. I can safely say that I am a) not that great at it, and b) that I would much rather be on stage singing with the cast. But it was an all together fun time. The crew danced up in the balcony with the cast and sang along while we ran cues for the show. We felt like we were as much a part of the show as the actors were. I strongly suggest that everyone should have their own tech experience. Seriously. But enough about this semester and what I’ve been up to. With graduation yesterday and senior year looming, there are so many things to think about. On the last night before I left for home I was sitting on a friends porch watching a thunderstorm. It was two days before graduation and I asked him if he was nervous to graduate. He had an answer that really surprised me. Some of my friends would respond immediately with yes, or they would say that they weren’t ready. But my friend responded by saying that he was excited for all of the possibilities. The whole conversation really got me thinking. William and Mary has made so many things possible for me. It has opened so many doors for friends of mine. I have watched my friends get the internships and dream jobs, my best girlfriend become the president of Mortar Board, some of my other good friends get up to $6,000 in summer research scholarships. And me? This summer I’m cast in a show that was written by a William and Mary student and is going to be directed by a WM professor. The show will be performed at the Capital Fringe Festival in D.C. this summer. It’s going to be an incredible opportunity. So, even though it seems like every other day my mom throws a new cliche at me…I swear it must be a mom thing…her favorite one right now is “live in the moment,” I can’t help but smile. And even though I can’t stand cliches and try not to get wrapped up in the fact that I’m almost positive my adorable mother collects them, I know for at least right now that she is right. We do need to live in the moment. We do need to get excited for the possibilities. Robin Williams in “The Dead Poets Society” said, probably better than a cute cliched mom, “Carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.” Enjoy summer readers. I’ll be writing again soonly. I promise. 



Sitting in PBK on a Saturday night is the cool thing to do…

Hello readers! Have you missed me? I’ve missed you. It’s been a quick couple weeks since I’ve been back at school and there is much to catch you up on. Not to mention the fact that I don’t have class on Friday which has allowed me to travel to places such as Las Vegas and back home to Chicago without missing a beat! 
Since I’ve been back this semester I’ve been working hard with my AMP committee on different publicity outlets such as videos and different posters. I’ve loved playing roles such as Jenna Maroney in our “30 Rock” spoof that publicized different events, most specifically the fact that Judah Friedlander came to campus and performed standup. Hilarious. It is a truly incredible organization to be a part of, and I love getting the campus community to come out to our wonderful events. There really is WAY to much to do at this school, as you can imagine I’ve been busy! 
I also had the chance to travel to Las Vegas to watch my friend, Miss New York, Alyse Zwick, and my other friend, Miss Virginia, Caressa Cameron, compete for the Miss America crown. What was an even bigger surprise was that my friend Caressa WON! Representing the state of Virginia she will serve as Miss America for the year of 2010. She will represent an organization that awards over 45 million dollars in scholarship money to over 14,000 young women nationwide. She herself, has won over 80,000 dollars in scholarship money this year alone. Pretty cool. A sorority sister of mine will also be competing for Miss USA, a different organization, this May. We wish her the best of luck.
Remember my post about running? Well, if you haven’t heard from the other bloggers or haven’t been watching the weather channel, then you wouldn’t know that it has been frigid and snowing here for the last couple of weeks. Today however, I was able to shed my long-johns as the temperature skyrocketed to 58 degrees. If I was still back in Chicago it would be grounds for a pair of shorts! I have had to restrict my running to the treadmill, but fear not! I will be headed outside tomorrow bright and early for a long run with my boyfriend. I’m sure he will beat me, as he always does, but it’s fun to race nonetheless! I’ll keep you posted as race day nears…dun dun dunnn.
As for this Saturday night? Well, you guessed it. I’m sitting in a dark theater in Phi Beta Kappa hall, the theater building, watching the tech rehearsals for the new main stage show, “Eurydice.” It is an adaptation by Sarah Ruhl, and I had the pleasure of doing the props for the show. As the props master I had the opportunity to work with design professor Matt Allar. He helped me to create and to gather different objects like suitcases, straws, books, and parchment paper. It has been a truly eye opening experience for me being on the other side of a production. What is the coolest part is that sitting next to me are the lighting designer, the stage manager, and some of the crew members. All of these people are students, not professors. So it is pretty cool to have been a student at production meetings, at rehearsals, and to be a part of the professional world of theater at such a young age. I will admit though, I’m sad I’m sitting in the audience and not up on stage, but it has been a incredible learning experience working with professors and my fellow students. I’m so happy to be a part of a department that allows its students to get involved in such a hands on way. Essentially, being the props master is the theater departments answer to undergraduate research.
So there you have it readers. I apologize for my being m.i.a. I promise I will be around more often! Enjoy the warmer weather…let’s all hope it lasts.



Why I Run

It is cold outside. Really cold. I’m talking 12 degrees. If that. I’m sitting at my kitchen table watching as it tries to snow outside, but it is actually too cold to really stick. I’ve got two pairs of socks on and slippers, not including the fleece vest I have over all my layers. Winter in Chicago is grim. So grim, in fact, that I am headed back to Virginia on Friday for a week to visit my boyfriend before flying back to Chicago to then drive back to Virginia for school. Woo, that was a long sentence. Anyway, unlike most people in the city of Chicago, today I put on my big girl pants and went for a run. By big girl pants I mean fleece lined running tights, just for clarification. Now, if you are one of my readers you probably know that I am planning to run a race in March. Today, however, as I was cursing myself for signing up for another race because you can’t just show up the day and run it, it actually takes training, I thought to myself exactly why I love to run.
First, I’m not fast. I’m not just slow, I’m really slow. Most humans can probably walk faster than me. I average, at my best, and eight to nine minute mile; but that’s not why I run. The summer before I came to college I had two potentially cancerous moles removed. Then, my sophomore year my dad had some pre-cancerous lesions on his face. As I watched my dad go through the treatments and chemotherapy creams, I found myself really struggling to stay connected to him. I was far away from him while I was at school, and with skin cancer in my family, I struggled with the thought that my dad could be the next victim. My dad was an All American runner in college, and still runs with our family dog every single day. So, I decided after seeing one of my best friends complete the colonial half marathon our freshman year, that I too was going to complete the same half marathon. At this point, you might be thinking, “What in the WORLD was she thinking?” But let me just tell you, deciding to run this race led me on not only a path to get closer to my dad, but also a path that led me closer to myself.
I began slow, conquering distance and tough hills. I downloaded tons of music to my ipod, much to my parent’s credit card dismay, and forced myself every single day to run. Sometimes I was so sore I could not make it down the Bryan hall stairs to the basement where my dorm room was. I literally lived in my running clothes, and food became my best friend. As my body changed, my mood changed, my grades improved, and I learned to love getting lost. The best thing about going to school in a colonial town that also has forests and paths nearby, is that there will always be routes I haven’t yet explored, cute little colonial houses and farms I haven’t stopped at to catch my breath by, and always an abundance of trails in the woods to discover. Also, the distance from the stops of the Wren building to the end of Colonial Williamsburg is exactly one mile…just in case you were wondering.
One night during my training a friend of mine who used to be on the track team went out on a run with me. Now, I don’t know if you know anything about Williamsburg and ghosts, but we have ghosts. Lots of them. So naturally we decided to run into Colonial Williamsburg late at night. We are idiots. To keep me occupied from the incredibly fast pace we were running and how cold it was outside, we told stories. Ghost stories. No wonder I ran so fast, I was freaking out! But during my training I would call my dad and we would bond over hard runs and he would tell me what it was like when he ran in college. I ran with friends on long runs and short runs. I convinced people to ride bikes, skateboard, and in one instance, just drive really slowly next to me so I could have someone to talk to while I ran. I used the time to meditate, vent, and connect with old and new friends on campus. I explored Williamsburg on foot, and felt even more comfortable in the place I call home.
On the day of the big race it was freezing cold, snowing, and well, miserable. My dad flew in from Chicago and was there to see me run the race. Is it bad I’m tearing up writing this? Maybe just because I’m a sap…anyway, I digress. After nearly two and a half hours and practically coming in dead last, I saw my friends at the final turn where I had to run up a hill and into William and Mary Hall to finish the race. Along the way friends had cheered me on at watering stations, and one had even run a little bit with me. Then, as I turned that corner to finish out the race, my friends were there cheering and screaming with signs standing in the merciless rain/snow that was pelting down that day. As I crossed the finish line tears streaming down my face, there were all my friends waiting for me, and my dad. I threw my arms around him and yelled, “I did it!” I took on what I thought would be an impossible feat. A task to get closer to my dad became a journey to get closer to a campus, my friends, and most importantly, a journey to discover myself. The best part about it was knowing that through it all, at a school like W&M, I was never alone through any of it.
So, now I’m doing it all again in March. Who knows what is next? I was offered the ability to run the Chicago marathon for Northwestern Memorial Hospital…but that might be biting off more than I can chew. They’d probably shut the race down because it would take me almost a year to finish. Anyway, I’ll keep you posted readers, and for my sake? Stick to the treadmill.