Well it seems I lost the ability to write for the past two months...things were definitely happening, but I wasn't inspired to write. To sum up November - it was a busy month of theatre and travel. Our first Cabaret was great, the run of The Farm Show was wonderfully touching...it seriously moved me and made me think differently about the farming communities in Ontario..., and the last Improv was rewarding - as they took a risk and succeeded. In November, I also traveled to Nashville, Tennessse for the United Jewish Communities General Assembly - I made tons of amazing contacts and had a great experience in the complex fondly called the biodome. I also went back to London for a 3rd time for a fun filled girly weekend...we saw a great young theatre performance of the Pajama Game, went to a country bar, and then had a girly night at another bar.
December was unproductive and dramatic... I was supposed to do a lot of work and reading for this semester and didn't. Although, I did get a job at the GAP...so I was productive working there, so much so that they want to keep me as long as they can afford me. The drama was in the friends zone...and it was more a decision to free myself of the drama...I cut some ties for the time being and I think I'll be better off for it.
On the 25th, I turned 22 and spent the day/night at my cousin's cottage in Gravenhurst...it was beautiful, the snow was fresh and untouched.
New Year's was back in London...completely unexpected location...we'll some it up as intoxicated and it was also a lot of fun....I made an asparagus lasagna and proved that I might survive on my own one day....hopefully in the near future, as I've realized I'm reaching that point where it's only natural for me to live on my own for a bit...good thing is my mom agrees.
Ok time to connect this to my title...this was the first new year I can remember that I was not excited for...this might because I'm not fond of the number 8....but I think it's more because of everything that's going to happen in it, and you can't blame me for being scared....
In 3 months I will be finished all my work for my undergraduate degree....
In 2 months I will have applied for the fellowship I'm hoping to get
In 3 months I'll know if I got accepted for the fellowship
In 4 months I'll know where I'll be living next year if I was selected
In 3 months I'll know if I have a job or if I have to panic and find something else for September
So it seems March = SCARY!!!
I have a 15 page research paper to write and I'm very behind on it.
I'm stage managing a show, I'm promotions manager for my theatre company, I'm on Hillel board, I have a part-time job, and I have 3 classes to juggle....that's a lot...all by my choice...truth be told that's how I thrive. It's just a little scary sometimes...
It's all very exciting, but standing on the verge of the rest of my life and the real world is scarier than I thought it would be, but I suppose that's just normal....right?
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Uh wow... first of all, my comment page is all in Dutch. Did you know that "leave a comment" in Dutch is "Laat een reactie achter"? (Although I think literal translation is more like "leave an after-reaction", but whatever.)
Anyhow, I just wanted to point out that (1) hey, I helped make that lasagna too! And you're right, it was good.
Also, I'm supposed to be finishing up my 15 page essay... FOR TOMORROW. It is 4 AM right now. Woohoo.
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