Monday, 26 October 2009

Susie is disheartened

I’ve been shocked this week by how much people are changing now they’re away. Some of my closest friends are turning into people I neither know nor respect, and I don’t know how to react to it. People change, slowly or quickly, it doesn’t matter, it happens. What right have I got to tell these people that they aren’t allowed to, that they have to remain the person that I knew and loved all these years?

I suppose it’s a natural part of uni really. I suppose I just wasn’t really prepared for it, and that’s why it’s hit me so hard today. I’m scared that we’re all going to come back to essex from our various places around the country and not even be able to talk to each other anymore. In some cases, I won’t mourn that loss desperately hard, but in others, it may ruin me.

And ultimately I don’t know if I’m changing to. I mean, originally there was just one person I noticed a change in, but now there are more and more, and I’m wondering if I’m on the list. I don’t even know if I desperately want to be off the list. I don’t for one second think that the ‘old me’ (if there is one) was perfect and all I ever want to be; but I am scared that I could be completely losing sight of her and not even realising it.

Everyone does some stupid things, right? Everyone does things that aren’t really ‘them’, especially when they first go away and they’re with new people. God knows I did. Deep down I’m hoping that that’s all this is, and that my friends are still my friends, somewhere.

Thursday, 8 October 2009

Susie is getting used to this shiz

After a rather over-enthusiastic return to blogging in the first week of uni, it seems I have quite swiftly slipped back into my old ways of feeling like I might want to write something but never really getting round to it – no doubt because I have found a new episode of America’s Next Top Model that simply needs watching.

Susie is turning into a bit of an ANTM addict; further proof that if you deny someone something for long enough, they will eventually want it more than they ever would have if you had just given it to them in the first place.

Anyway, what has happened recentement? The flat has settled down a lot, as I guess one would expect. We’re all working out a little more about each other, how often we’ll be seeing each other, how often we want to be seeing each other – all that jazz. I’ve properly started the course now (Drama, for those of you who didn’t know/forgot) and I’m actually enjoying it as much as I thought I would. I’ve got a fairly light schedule; okay, who am I kidding, I’ve got a piss-easy schedule. I Have 8 contact hours a week, over three days (giving me 4 full days off a week) and 4 or 5 hours of ‘compulsory unsupervised practise’, which so far we haven’t used. It’s a pretty sweet life if I’m honest. My earliest seminar is 11am, meaning every day is pretty much a lie-in, even if I do have to be woken by my alarm. And all the time I have not in seminars is mine to do with whatever I like. As long as I get the (so far fairly moderate) work done, or at least appear to, all is well.

I do of course have one module that takes pretentious pseudo-artistic bullshit to a whole new level. The course summary for ‘Languages of the Body’ looked bearable, it dropped some names of practitioners whose work I actually respect. I then turn up to the introductory seminar and am made to walk around the room and make eye contact with people and ‘if I feel the moment leads me to’ to tell them my name. Alright, I can accept that, it’s a ‘getting to know you’ sort of exercise with some sort of vague theatrical link. But as soon as the course director mentions exploring (everything is explored in drama, never looked at or studied, always explored) and crossing the fine line between theatre and dance, I am quite certain the module is not really for me. This ‘fine line’ which to me seems less of a fine line and more of a glaringly obvious motorway full of cars and big trucks and the occasional dead animal – not really meant to be crossed.

Other than this one module I have great respect for my lecturers and faith in their sanity.