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Sunday, August 26, 2012

One Hundred and One

Well holy crap I didn't realize my last post was my 100th entry in this blog. That seems a bit unreal to me, to be honest.

I started this blog awhile ago to, I'm being serious here, be famous. Well that was stupid because about four years later, I'm not. I'm not quite sure how I thought that was going to be possible and I gave up on that dream pretty quickly. Since then though it's been an outlet for random ramblings and writings samples I felt like sharing.

I've taken quite a few writing courses here at University of Iowa: Fiction Writing (twice), Creative Writing, Performing Autobiography, and now Play-writing I. All have given me a wider skill set than I expected and the class that hands-down changed my life was Performing Autobiography. Never before has a professor pushed and inspired me so much and a class support me through every difficult endeavor.

It wasn't that challenging in that it was difficult to get a good grade, but the emotional toll was insane. Every theater student at the university that I have talked to since last semester though I have made sure to mention that class. It's a must take.

This got me thinking of other amazing courses I've taken here, especially considering I only have five more classes to take after this semester in my educational career. Here they are, the classes (at Iowa and in Ireland) I've loved the most, in no particular order:

*Performing Autobiography
*Shakespeare
*Bible and the Holocaust
*Fiction Writing (both times)
*Age of Dinosaurs
And in Ireland:
*Roman Imperial History

The most important things I've learned about myself in college have been outside of the classroom, yes, but in these courses too. Most of them were more because of the professor than subject material alone (except that Roman history course...that professor was boring as fuck...), inspiring me day after day with their sheer enthusiasm and vast knowledge.

Some simply believed in me, like my writing instructors and my PA professor. Others though were widely known on campus as being tough, intimidating, and brilliant, like Professor Gilbert and Professor Holstein. Luckily for me, I was greatly invested in their courses and they loved me for it; be interested in the class and your professor will love you, pretty straight forward.

I still cannot get over the fact this is my last year and that I just finished my last "syllabus week" and my last first day of school last Monday. Alex and I and all our friends are graduating in May...and starting in the real world? Theoretically? The question of what my career will be is becoming more frequent with each passing month.

Am I scared? Holy fuck am I terrified.

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