neighborhood livin'

The past week I've been living just outside Boston proper, in Brookline with my friend, Nicole.  Move out of the dorms was last Saturday, but since I have my internship on Pericles through May 12, I needed to remain in Boston that long before leaving until graduation.  And I gotta say, it's really refreshing to live in a community that isn't in the downtown part of the city!  I mean, just look at those cherry blossom trees, and that sunlight through the greenery.  Gorgeous.  And homey.  While I love living in city, it's nice to go back to my roots of living in the bordering neighborhoods.

Monday I'm leaving for Florida for a few days, then coming back next weekend for graduation.  Monday is also three weeks until I leave for London again!  SO excited.

exciting news!!

Jacket: New Look / Top: Zara / Jeans: Delias / Shoes: Converse

I'm leaving for London again on June 3rd to intern at Shakespeare's Globe theatre this summer!!!!

I've been waiting and waiting and waiting to be able to announce this!  It's been killing me.  But I got the formal invite to join them this morning and immediately started jumping up and down and squealing with excitement because a process that has been in the works for two months is finally confirmed and I'm moving back to London!!

I can't even type out how excited I am about this!!  I'll be interning in the Department of Music as a sort of managerial intern for them.  I can't wait, guys!!  In a month, I'll be in London!!!  AHHHHHH.

Also, on top of that, we got our grades today and somehow I managed to maintain a 3.9 GPA on top of stage managing two shows, work, and an internship.  I have no idea how I managed to do that, but yay!!!  :D

a [failed] little jingle for your day

The sun was shining,

t'was a lovely day!

What was in the bag?

It's my cap and gown

for graduation day!

 Okay, so I tried to write a little 4-line verse there, based off of the opening to Avenue Q since that was what was stuck in my head while I walked around in the sun today, but alas, I am not a songwriter.  Nor should I try to write poems, stories, or anything really.  I mean, I've already written six papers in the last week - why on earth am I actually lending brain power, however minimal, to writing anything else?  Exactly.

But the moral of the story I was trying to make all sing-songy was that I picked up my cap and gown and everything else graduation related today!  I got home, pulled it all out, hung it up all nice because the instructions said to so the wrinkles from being folded would fall out, then realized I'm moving on Saturday and then going to Florida and back before graduation.  So really, I should've just left it in it's packaging because I'm pretty sure I gave it more wrinkles putting it back in again.  That fabric is hard to fold, yo!  And this is why I fail at being domestic in any way.  Anywho, I'll be the girl walking in the wrinkly gown while everyone else is all sleek and shiny and wrinkle-free.  Won't be able to miss me.

this is it

Finals week.  The final finals week for me, ladies and gents.  Three exams and a final paper ahead of me.  And no, before you say that's not that much, I'll tell you that I already had five papers and a presentation that I finished last week.  So, ha!

I'm actually glad it's Monday, though.  Stop the presses, did I just say that?  Yes.  I am glad it is Monday.  In fact, I'll go ahead and say that I was really looking forward to today.  Mainly because the week has now started so no more waiting with baited breath, we're getting closer to the end, and all that's left is to run ahead full speed and power through.  Also because I'm waiting on a very exciting email, and it wasn't going to come over the weekend.  Office hours, you know.  More on that later.

Nothing left in it now but to take a deep breath and take the plunge, and hopefully, I'll come out alive at the end of it.

friday fun day

Each year, the Techies' Union (a group I belong to which techs shows and such for other groups within the university), has an end of the year "fun day", which usually is a city wide scavenger hunt and dinner.  This year, however, we didn't have a big enough group available on Friday to do the scavenger hunt, so we did lunch and then a movie and games instead.

It was a lot of fun - the perfect way to end the year, especially since our lunch was SO GOOD.  I had this burger... oh man, this burger.  Pepper jack cheese, chipotle mayo, green chile salsa, onions, avocado, and a big juicy patty on a delicious roll - mouthwatering, finger licking goooooood.

But I digress.

With our Friday fun day ended my last week of college.  No more class, no more school events/activities/extracurriculars, no more homework.  Just the week of exams ahead, and some studying to do.  So that's what I'm off to do now, and probably what I should have been doing instead of writing this, but ho hum pigs bum, ya know?  After Thursday, it'll all be over.  And I don't think that'll truly hit me until I don't go back to school next fall.  Weird thought.

the last week

Top: Topshop for Nordstrom / Jeans: Delias / Booties: Shoedazzle / Belt: Target

 

This is my last week of actual college classes.  In fact, I only have one more actual class tomorrow morning, and that's all.  Then next week is finals, and BAM.  I'm done.  Done, done.  Forever.  (Besides maybe grad school, but that's not for a while, and it's not the same.)   I wanna say it's been a weird week, but really, it hasn't felt much different.  Maybe this realization just hasn't kicked in yet?  Or maybe, I'm just so ready to graduate that it's not going to be weird until next year when I don't go back to school.  Yeah, that's probably what will happen.

Last night was the Senior Banquet for the theatre department, which was nice, and a little awkward.  Kind of like that thing at high school graduation where they show pictures of you when you were little and then pictures of you now.  Yeah.  Nice intentions and a good time, but awkward when it's for you.  I dunno, is that just me?  Anyway.

College is almost over.... wow.

By the way, I wanted to do a post on Pericles now that we've had tech and actually started performing for audiences, but since it's a professional production, there's all sorts of copyright stuff and I'm not allowed to take pictures of our show.  :/

about the events of this week

... a ghost city...

 

I don't even know where to start with this.  This week has been the most... well, I don't know.  I want to say surreal, but that doesn't feel right.  It's just been weird, I guess.  The Boston Marathon was last Monday.  If you haven't experienced Marathon Monday in Boston, then there's no way to explain it besides categorizing into three groups - runners, supporters, and drunks.  Sometimes the last two are one in the same.  A marathon of a different kind, if you will.  But then there were bombings.  There was shock, then grief, then anger.  Then people started to go back about their business by the end of the week, when then there were shootings, a day-long manhunt, and a city-wide lock down.  We all stayed cooped up in our houses/apartments/dorms/offices and waited, until finally, the lock down was lifted, and a 19-year old kid was taken into custody.

While Boston breathed a collective sigh of relief, and flooded the streets to celebrate, clapping cops on their backs, raising their glasses to them, and chanting "Boston Strong" and "U-S-A" in turns, I thought of what an incredibly awful day it had been.  Not only for the people killed/injured and their loved ones or the people who had been stuck who knows where during the lock down, but also for Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, a 19 year old boy, who had just had the worst day of his life.

Bombings aside, possible guilt of terrorism aside, here was a kid who had in just one day seen his brother killed in front of him, been accused of terrorism, hunted (the term "hunt" hardly covers the extremity of this search) by all of the Boston Police Dept., injured, and then finally found and taken into custody, all on top of deprivation of basic human things like sleep, food, drink, etc.  I know what it feels like to be exhausted after having not slept in two days, but on top of that, this kid hadn't eaten, had a bathroom, had water to drink, and then everything else.  Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if for that one moment he was glad to be found, just for the bed and other basic amenities the hospital offered.  I have no doubt that even if he is one day given a death sentence for the crimes he has been accused of committing, that day cannot be worse than the day he had on Friday.  The emotional toll of being given a death sentence is, I'm sure, awful, but on Friday he endured both emotional and physical damage, and I can't even imagine going through all that.  And at 19?  He's only a kid.  For these reasons, my heart goes out to him a little.

Disagree with me.  Tell me he deserves every bit of it.  Fine.  But he's still human.  And just the thought of imagining myself having to go through the day he did makes me incredibly sad.  I can't even fathom how awful the day was for him, while we all bitched about being locked indoors with food, and bathrooms, and beds, and television, and all the comforts of home.  Perspective.  It's a big old slap in the face, huh?  Be grateful for what you have, and feel a little bad for this kid who just went through hell, only to lose everything at the end of it.  Mourn for those who were lost, but also mourn for this boy who lost in another way.