Snow Does In Earnest
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
There was a midday show or rehearsal or something to do with Earnest on Friday the 14th, as the snow began to pile up outside. At some point, right before Directing class, Waldron and Scott decided to call off the Friday night performance because of the weather. This was disappointing on a number of levels. First, I really loved the show and that meant one less performance and that we were that much closer to being done (we still had a Saturday show). Second, it was the evening my parents had planned to come and they couldn’t come any other night.
The real kicker was that, right after cancelling the night’s show, we still had to do Directing. More than 75% of the class was somehow involved in the production. We’d had a long night the night before with the opening and they were cancelling our damn show, so why couldn’t they cancel class as well?
Well, we went on with class and those of us who had been involved with the show all did horribly, either because we’d slacked on our homework or we were so tired.
We did do at least one more performance of Earnest and it was just as fun, but God I loved that show and I didn’t want it to end. Thankfully, some really good news was soon to come on the play I’d submitted for consideration to be done as part of the Spring Student Theatre Festival. My theatre-habit would not go unfed for long.