Something a little lighter:

That last post was pretty damn heavy, but I feel much better. Onward and upward.

So for our new student convocation, all of the theatre students are staging a flash mob dance, which is actually pretty fun and will look cool, and a song, which is trite, filled with cliches, and will be awful.

Besides that, we (the new theatre students) have split into smaller groups of about twenty students in order to put on our own little shows focusing on the themes of new beginnings, fears and dreams, and other things like that. Our group started to develop the idea of a flash pillow fight, with half of the students dressed as fears, and the other as dreams, with the dreams beating the fears. It was simple, effective, easy-to-understand if a bit trite, and would have been fun.

Instead, my group elected to bind our hands and tie cloth around our mouths with our fears written on them. We are going to ask strangers to untie our hands, and, upon doing so, we will take off the piece of cloth around our mouths. We will then thank the person, and, in case they had died and didn't get the metaphor, tell them that everyone needs help getting over their fears. We then ask them what their fears and dreams are, which we write down on a post-it note and affix to one of two big posterboards with either "FEAR" or "DREAM" written on it.

Fuck me.

I asked to be a board holder, and was granted the honor of bearing the "FEAR" board, a position I relished. I was given a mouthwrap anyway, for a souvenir, and wrote my fear on it. We tested this project by walking down Michigan Avenue and interacting with strangers. I do admit, some of the reactions we got were pretty cool, though I think could have been elicited on simpler and less pretentious terms. The whole time, I was yelling things like:

"Fears! Get your fears here! You're scared of it, I've got it! Dogs, water, meeting the in-laws!"

"I got phobias! Heights, snakes, the dawning realization that your cats are your only real friends!"

Most of the group thought I was funny, and two or three seemed to think I was undermining our goal. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke, though.

Oh, and my fear?