*648 - bag man

It's the last week of school before finals. While most people are burying their noses in books (I assume), I've been running around like a crazy lab rat (reference to Meredith's piece) dancing non-stop after classes. 3 days of rehearsals from 6.30 to 11 down, and 5 crazy days left to go.

Tomorrow: Jim's technique class, perform final piece for composition class, and then the Schwartz show at 8.
Friday: Schwartz show at 8, sprint for Kristen's practice at 10 (if I can make it).
Saturday: Michelle's practice, Kristen's practice, Pandora dress rehearsal, Schwartz show at 8.
Sunday: Pandora rehearsal, Pandora show at 8.
Monday: Jim's rehearsal, informal showing at 7.

That's what's on my dance calendar. Let's not even get started with classes and homework and final projects and final exams which start 2 days after my dance madness is over. The past week has been pretty harsh because I've been literally double- or triple-booked every single day, and each time I have to make a decision to cancel out on something, I feel intensely irresponsible, but there's nothing I can do.

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I'm really happy about my piece in the show, though. I've certainly never choreographed anything quite as provoking as this piece. How often does a dance make an audience have to suppress their laughter and eventually force them to laugh out loud?

It was even funnier when I showed my piece in composition class, actually, because Meredith accidentally drooled just because it's physically difficult to keep your mouth wide open for such a long time. Mr Stage Manager specifically forbid us to drool, though, so that the dancers in the next piece wouldn't slip ...

The only problem is for me to keep my deadpan face going. I nearly cracked up today because I caught Jim grinning in the audience and everyone in the back row was tittering.

Anyway. Next challenge: to bring a tear to someone's eye through dance. Hm hm hm ...