I know I’m writing this rather late, but it’s the beginning of the long weekend, and the end of my first week of classes. I can’t imagine how many of us are relieved we’ve gotten this far. The first week, full of syllabi and introductions, fosters an idea of the remainder of the semester. Of course we can’t fully gauge this! Yet, I’m sitting here thinking, “It’s going to be looooooooooooong.”
But what’s exciting is the prospect of change! We’re celebrating Martin Luther King Jr. day on Monday, a great pioneer of change, his presence serving another reminder that, inevitably, the only constant is change. You can see this in what’s happening so far. Like the way the four final candidates for the Fontbonne Presidency are coming out of hiding through student and staff panels. Imagine what kind of changes that will make.
Naturally, it’s hard to imagine how that change will impact us when there’s gas to buy, bills to pay, and people to meet. What I’m getting at here is that even though it’s the end of the first week and our first taste of the semester, I can’t wait to see what else this year will reveal. And I hope you are looking forward to it too. Cheerio!
I have never really been one to jump outside of my comfort zone; I never really was brought up to. My life has always been very planned, even vacations; we are the family with an itinerary down to the minute. I just thought that’s how it always was! Well, as I have grown up, become my own person, yes, I do love my predictability, but I have learned how much flexibility and spontaneity are important for me to be successful.
I think the first big jump from my comfort zone was going away to college. Yes, I went to a college where I knew some of the people that went there, however, they were graduating that year so we never had classes together and I only would see them maybe in the cafeteria or at rehearsals. I had to meet new people, rearrange my schedule, depend on myself to get my homework done and go where I needed to go without reminders from my parents. This was a huge shock to my system. But after a few months this too becomes routine. Then the next leap: transferring to a graduate program at a different college. Another place to meet people, this time I knew no one, and I now didn’t have the luxury of living on campus I was now a commuter and the classes I was in only had ten people – if that – in them. How would it ever become routine? Well it does.
Student teaching terrified me because yet again, I was leaving my routines, is now in week 10 and I have settled in. I know my schedules, I know my students, I know my peers and I am comfortable. However, this will all end in 2 more weeks. I will be yet again shot into unknown. I have never seen graduation as a happy time; it has always been absolutely terrifying to me. Those routines and bonds you form are shattered the moment you cross that stage. Yes, you should feel proud, but what now? I have a piece of paper in my hands but no clear set routines formed, no bonds in sight. I remember that feeling after my BFA, and it is slowly creeping in yet again. Come May, what do I do then?
The blog prompt about the for the week of March 18th was about summer plans and such. I am graduating on May 18th and am going to spend the summer in St. Louis. I am going to be Assistant Directing a show called The Cherry Sisters with R-S Theatrics. I am also taking a play writing workshop through Fontbonne’s on campus theatre company Mustard Seed Theatre.
I don’t know what life will be like after graduation. My fiance’s job got transferred to Dallas, TX. I guess that means I will eventually go as well. I love St. Louis and have lived here all my life. Change is hard. But it will definitely be a new adventure!