Wednesday, June 28, 2006
No more Drama In My Life
Eight weeks of ups and downs, outbursts of anger and laughter, and wonderful performances. Just what you would expect from the typical Sydney Community College Acting Basic Techniques class.
It is with great sadness and maybe a little happiness that Brendon and I had our last drama class last night!
If you have seen Cosi (an Australian film which has Ben Mendehlsen teaching a play to a group of mentally ill patients), then you will understand what the last eight weeks have been like. At times quite ridiculous with people making comments about their ‘core body temperature’, to their ’adrenalin in their legs’ (actually that was the same guy), to a teacher with a thick Polish accent who thought my giggling fits were because of that!
(And for the record Brendon’s and my performance last night was great. And Brendon’s monologue – fantastic.)
It was hilarious, every week we would meet on a Tuesday night, and have dinner. For six of the eight weeks on Tuesday nights it rained. Of course on the last night it didn’t. And every week neither of us would want to go, but then turn up and I can honestly say that on only one occasion did we walk away thinking it was crap. So that’s not too bad. Most nights we would walk away saying that was weird instead, and weird/funny I can cope with.
They were actually a nice bunch and I don’t think anyone had big acting aspirations and if they did they should definitely ask for a refund. I did it because I enjoyed Drama at school and wanted to do something that was out of my comfort zone and doing the performances every week certainly did that.
And now it’s over and life will take on some normality on Tuesday nights – and last night was my final curtain call – no more drama in my life (yeh right…)
It is with great sadness and maybe a little happiness that Brendon and I had our last drama class last night!
If you have seen Cosi (an Australian film which has Ben Mendehlsen teaching a play to a group of mentally ill patients), then you will understand what the last eight weeks have been like. At times quite ridiculous with people making comments about their ‘core body temperature’, to their ’adrenalin in their legs’ (actually that was the same guy), to a teacher with a thick Polish accent who thought my giggling fits were because of that!
Little did he know there was too much else to laugh at and having Brendon sitting next to me probably didn’t help either.
(And for the record Brendon’s and my performance last night was great. And Brendon’s monologue – fantastic.)
It was hilarious, every week we would meet on a Tuesday night, and have dinner. For six of the eight weeks on Tuesday nights it rained. Of course on the last night it didn’t. And every week neither of us would want to go, but then turn up and I can honestly say that on only one occasion did we walk away thinking it was crap. So that’s not too bad. Most nights we would walk away saying that was weird instead, and weird/funny I can cope with.
They were actually a nice bunch and I don’t think anyone had big acting aspirations and if they did they should definitely ask for a refund. I did it because I enjoyed Drama at school and wanted to do something that was out of my comfort zone and doing the performances every week certainly did that.
Also, you can’t buy the entertainment value we got from the class from week to week. It was worth giving up Survivor on Tuesday nights for ‘live’ reality viewing.
And now it’s over and life will take on some normality on Tuesday nights – and last night was my final curtain call – no more drama in my life (yeh right…)
