According to the student teacher, we as a class are to keep a journalistic reflection of what we think about the style of theater we are going over; which, at this point in time is Theater of the Oppressed. These are my thoughts for the first day.
September 11th, 2012
So today we worked on isolating movement on the stage. it was odd for me, because it hit so close to home. We were allowed to move freely,but no one “interacted” with each other. I imagine that’s how my first few days of college are going to be. Lonely, but surrounded by faces. Lost in my own world, hearing whispers of old memories, seeing the ghosts of friendly faces; floating in a populated bubble, while trapped in my own mind. As it were, the rest of the day felt a bit “off.” I’ve been in a weird mood, and I think it was because this exercise hit so close to home for me. It was a controlled chaos, much like life outside of the black box, or off the stage; not unlike walking through the crowded halls during passing period. I think it affected me so oddly because I understood it from an odd angle.
However, I digress; I think I missed the point of the exercise. And I think the hardest part for me was the breathing.
Allergies are quite possibly my worst enemy.