I promised to write this one some time ago, and I believe I should like to celebrate the onset of my sabbatical/research leave with a post of a lighter tone, so this one seems appropriate.
We talk a good game in liberal arts colleges about how the lessons from college are more than just the ones in the classroom. But while vague platitudes about the journey being more important than the destination make for nice tee shirts and bumper stickers, they don't really deliver the message. My liberal arts education came from an excellent state university, where I majored in theatre.* I don't know if I can quantify the importance in my life of the lessons I learned in college theatre, but I can probably at least list some of those lessons. I'm not talking about what I learned in class, although I can definitely still design sets and costumes, and probably build them pretty well. I can block a scene and I can endow the shit out of some props. But theatre is like few other majors in the intensity of the life ones leads in it. We were a community, a company, and when our classes were done our shows were just getting started. My life was forever changed by what I learned in those "off" hours. Here are a few of the lessons I'm aware of on a nearly-daily basis.
Stress Is Created When the Brain Says "No, I Can't Possibly" But the Mouth Says "Yes, I'll Be Glad To.": (Thank you, Susan). My advisor, Susan, had a plaque in her office with this on it. She made me recite it sometimes. I was always overcommitted and exhausted. I wanted to do everything and be in everything. I am a Yes person. I say Yes to too many things. I am truly flattered and grateful every time I'm asked to do something, to contribute my time or talents, to any project anyone is doing. Yes, I say, even though I have just complained that I have no time for myself. You want
ME? You want
my help?
Yes, I'll be glad to!! And before I know it, I'm on every committee and in every project and I have no time for myself or my family. I still need to work on this one, but I am getting better, a little bit all the time, at getting my mouth to say No.
No, I wish so much I could help you with that, and I'm genuinely flattered that you asked me, but I cannot participate/serve/contribute.
Maybe Crazy Will Work. Try It and Find Out: (Thank you, Linda). Some of my favorite projects in class and out were the ones focused on performance of literature, the performance of prose and poems as drama. Turning a poem into a play is not remotely like just getting up and reading a poem, as I discovered, and I really struggled with the creative, abstract thinking required to visualize a whole new medium for a work of literature. It was my professor Linda who encouraged me to try things several different ways to see what I liked best. This seems intuitive now, but as a teenager educated in a stripped-down public school system that didn't have a lot of room for experimentation, the freedom to experiment was liberating and life-changing for me. I was wringing my hands over committing to what I thought was a crazy solution when Linda said, "Maybe it will work. Try it and find out." That particular crazy idea didn't work, but I got to try it and know for sure. The next crazy idea did work. I learned to like crazy ideas. Since then, I've learned to trust things that come out of left field. Sometimes they don't work. Sometimes they do. It's trusting that the time you take to try them out is worth it that makes the difference.
Time Is Happening. You Can Manage It, Or It Can Get Past You - Those Are Your Options:
There are 24 hours in a day, and you really need to be sleeping for 8 of them, or eventually some bad shit can go down. But it is hard to keep it all straight with 5 or 6 courses and your shows and your friends' shows. Schools provide daybooks with school holidays and such already printed in them, but many students don't bother using them. A few of my non-theatre friends kept a daybook. And of those friends, some even wrote down like homework assignments and stuff on them, as well as vacation plans and phone numbers in the contacts section in the back. But most of my theatre friends had
serious daybooks, with every day scheduled down to the minute. We just had to. Every day had a slightly different schedule, and if you didn't manage your time properly, and keep track of it, you could end up confusing Tuesday's schedule (French I, Acting II, lunch with ΑΨΩ little brother, Directing I, backstage from 2-5, rehearsal for Julie's one-act, rehearsal for your Directing project, dinner snack from vending machine, rehearsal for Ed's show) with Wednesdsay's schedule (Tennis, Theatre Mgt, lunch with boyfriend, American Lit II, backstage from 2-5, rehearsal for Julie's one-act, a real dinner for once, rehearsal for Ed's show). Notice the time for homework in there? Yeah, homework happens 9-12 pm, or it doesn't happen. And this isn't even counting that job you might have waiting tables or working retail. You stay on top of your time, or it is just gone and you have no idea where it went. I learned to get organized in college theatre, and I've never again been comfortable without a calendar and a to-do list nearby.
Fun Is Great But Getting Work Done Is Satisfying: It was a Friday night and I was House Manager for a show, closing up the theatre and thinking about the paper due for an English class on Monday. I am not a good last-minute writer (my first attempts are always sloppy and weird and need at least 2 thorough revisions) and it was hard to see all my friends heading to Legends to see a band. I really wanted to go, but I really wanted to turn in a decent paper, and I was starting to learn that if I went out I'd sleep late the next day and lose half the day, and I needed the whole day to draft my essay. Charley and Mike teased me mercilessly about ditching my friends to go home and
study on a Friday night, all the way down to picking me up by my arms and legs and carrying me a dozen yards towards Legends. Laughing, I finally got them to put me down, and tempted though I was, I said goodbye and went home to work on my essay. I got an A on it, btw. Not sure if I'd let Charley and Mike persuade me to go out instead of going home, that this would be one of my favorite memories from college.
I had not been a very disciplined student before college theatre. I learned that discipline in rehearsal. Some of our most fun moments from rehearsal are when things go off the rails, when we're laughing so hard we can't breathe, when we start exploring and we ride the tangent train to wherever it's going. But those moments, fun as they are and as great as they are for company bonding (very important, which is why we let the moments happen), they don't build the show. So at some point we have to stop giggling and get ourselves together and actually focus our attention on the task at hand. Exploring and goofing off can even help you (see above re: trying out crazy ideas), so I entertain the silly for as long as I can, but eventually, I have learned, the time comes to cut off the phone, turn off the Facebook, and just work.
Rejection Will Not Actually Kill You, So Show Up and Try: You walk up, nod to the accompanist, and start belting out the song you've been practicing for weeks. After 30 seconds in, you hear "Thank You!" from one of three people sitting in the middle row. You step down and the next person steps up to sing. You get a call back. You are cast in the chorus. The next week are auditions for the mainstage production. You audition, you don't get a call back. The next day, an audition notice is posted for the Directing I projects... The hardest thing in the world sometimes is getting up the nerve to keep trying. But trying your best and still not succeeding isn't actually the end of the world. Sometimes it brings results, even small ones, and those are worth everything. Sometimes it brings only the result of knowing that trying and failing doesn't actually make you stop breathing, even though you feel like it might. So you go to the auditions for the Directing I projects. And you give it everything you've got. I got my first college role in a 10 minute play for a Directing I project called "Exeunt O'Brien and Krasnov." It wasn't grand but it was a lot of fun. And I was cast in other things, down the road, and I was not cast in other things down the road, even ones that I knocked myself out for. You win some and you lose some, and learning how to walk off the stage with dignity with those three people in the middle row looking down at their notes and their unintentionally curt "Thank You" mingling in the air with the last line of your song, just as the accompanist gears up for the next one, is important. It will be a metaphor for a lot of things that are coming later in life, moments when you're reeling from the force of Your Desire slamming into the Hard Wall of that thing you wanted going to someone else.
Like other former theatre kids, I handle rejection like a champ. We don't like it, and we get our feelings hurt just as quickly as anyone else does. But we bounce back, because we know it isn't personal. We really probably weren't right for that part, but you have to be in the director's position to know that. And we've been in that director's position and auditioned our friends and cast someone else. It's hard, but you learn to get over it. As a result, we are less afraid of risk. I have applied for every job I ever thought I might like, even if it may have been "out of my league." They are probably going to turn me down. But damnit, if they're going to, I'm going to make them do it. I am not going to save them the trouble. I've gotten turned down for so many things that I could wallpaper my house with the rejection letters, for jobs, fellowships, journal submissions... But I've gotten published, and I've gotten a job I adore in a town I love, and I've gotten fellowships that I'm proud of, all because I figured the tiny chance of success was worth the risk of the pain of rejection. It so is. It SO is.
Lateness = Selfishness: Some people really do think that a few minutes is no big deal. You learn differently in college theatre, when every single person you're working on a show with might be in a position to determine whether you get cast in the next show you audition for. When there are lots of student-directed shows, and when those shows are where you demonstrate what you can do that might get you cast in a mainstage production, every show counts and every person you work with on a show counts. And their time counts. And they caught an earlier bus or scrambled from class or cut a meeting short so they could be there when rehearsal started at 5, and where are you? Ambling in a 5:10 like 10 minutes isn't a big deal. When everyone is working on 4 shows on top of a full course load, everyone's time is precious. Yours
and theirs. They might be your friends, and they'll be your friends for life and you can all party together when the shows are over, but develop a reputation for not taking their shows seriously, and watch how fast your college theatre career starts to stall out.
I'm not going to suggest that I'm never late for anything. But I leave early and rush and do whatever I can to get places on time, and if I am late, I am authentically sorry. And I say so. People can tell when you respect their time, and they'll usually return the favor.
Suck It Up, Because Your Job Is More Important Than Your Feelings: I could work with Attila the Hun if I had to. I learned more in college theatre about getting over my personal feelings and getting my work done than I could have done anywhere else. At the beginning of the children's theatre tour, the boy playing my romantic interest was my boyfriend. A month into the children's theatre tour, he was my ex-boyfriend. Every Tuesday and Thursday, we and our fellow company members toured schools with our show, riding across western NC packed tight into a van with our set, and we gave every performance everything we had. In a show like that, there are already lots of little grumps and bickerings that we all had to take a deep breath to set aside. And then there was the Big Breakup between the boy and me. I was
heartbroken. It was awkward. But not only did we have a duty to our audience to give the best show possible, we had a duty to our castmates to keep the awkwardness to a minimum, and we did the best we could. It helped that he had a passionately-held moral code about one's responsibility to the show, and so he tried to make it easy for me. So I tried to make it easy for him. And the show was amazing and a tremendous experience for everyone in it. He and I, had we let our personal grievances and heartaches get in the way, could have ruined the show and the whole tour for everyone. We didn't. This was maybe the greatest lesson in professionalism I ever learned.
Since that time, I have sat on committees with people I loathe, I have worked every day with people I neither like as people nor respect as colleagues, I have exchanged token pleasantries in the hallway with people I would like to punch in the face. I have done it with a smile, or at least without a frown. I am less interested in sparing them than I am in keeping a polite, decent work environment for everyone else and in getting my job done the best I possibly can. For one thing, I figure you never know what might motivate them to be the way they are, and I like to abide by the principle that everyone you see is fighting a battle you know nothing about. For another, I figure it's nicer for everyone else to work in a place that doesn't have a toxic atmosphere of anger. I've worked in those atmospheres, created by others who couldn't keep their feelings to themselves. It's
awful. It's hard to get your work done when your colleagues are sniping at each other, or even giving each other the cold shoulder. Also, sometimes you and the person you can't stand work things out and it turns out well in the end. The boy? We learned to be friends, because we never gave ourselves a chance to become enemies. We could trust each other not to turn nasty, and we were able to work together again. My most heartfelt thanks, to that boy and to that whole company (if you read this you'll know who you are), for your patience and for that lesson.
You Can Do Your Own Best Work When You Are Generous: The best actors I worked with in college theatre were not the ones who gave all their energy for their own best performance. The best actors I worked with in college were the ones who paid attention to the other actors in the scene, who tried to give the other people on stage a chance to do their own best work. I watched as Chrissy and Marc, struggling through how to best perform ridiculously bratty mother and child, tried to deliver lines in ways that gave the other person something to respond to. I figured out my own impossible moment when Anna turned to me while we worked, yet again, a scene that we couldn't make sense of, and asked me, "What do you need from me here?" We compromised on the moment that something needed to happen, and suddenly the whole thing clicked into place, beautifully. It really is in giving that we receive. Of the many great paradoxes of life, this one might be the most important day-to-day lesson. Want to do your best work? Give some time to helping others do their best work.
A scholar friend and I have a theory that the greatest scholars are marked not just by their brilliance but by their generosity. Listing the scholars whose work we most admire, we realized that these are the same scholars who most nurture the work of others. We theorized that their approach makes its way into their own actual scholarship, that their work is directed to others and is engaging and inclusive. This approach has taught me a way out of my own writer's block/scholar paralysis when I am stuck on where to go next - instead of "what do I need to do next?" I think "what would a reader need me to do next?" Assuming that one's work exists to help others go forward with their own work makes all the difference in the world.
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There are far more lessons that I could list, but I'm more interested in leaving room here for the lessons others' learned. Do feel free to comment with a lesson or a story of what you learned from college theatre, or any life lesson from college.
And have a wonderful rest-of-the-summer. I'll be posting from time to time as I explore the ups and downs of a sabbatical leave devoted to cranking out a large project in a small amount of time. I'll also be inviting guest-bloggers to offer voices from other perspectives in academia (Let me know if you're interested!).
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Go Apps!! I minored in English, and then switched to a life in English in grad school. Still focus on dramatic lit, though.