Cell Model Project and Drama Starting

Hey y'all!

Yesterday I had my Cell Model Project due in my Biology lab.  We've had since the third week in November to start it, and we could make it with whatever we wanted.  A lot of people did Styrofoam, boxes, modeling clay, the usual.  There were also several people who made cakes.  I decided to do the impossible-- Jell-O!  :]]  The reason why this is NEARLY impossible is because Jell-O doesn't last very long, and it's not very forgiving.  You make a wrong cut, and there's no way to fix it.  So the day before SHEEP (Wednesday) I had to spend about two hours making my project.  I was really hoping and praying that it would turn out right, because if it didn't then there was no "Plan B."  Luckily, it worked out perfectly!  Check out the picture:

Ain't she a beauty?  The problem is, by the time I got to SHEEP, the green around the edges had soaked into the Jell-O.  It looked pretty messy, but it was still pretty.  The teacher really loved it, but somehow I managed to overlook on the grading sheet the part that said "Cell Parts Description- 20 points."  Are you serious?  So when I got home I immediately wrote one out and emailed it to her.  She said she was adding on to my grade for it, praise the Lord!  I almost died of a heart attack.  :[[

Drama is starting TONIGHT!  Yes, I said TONIGHT!  I am so so so so so so SO happy!  I'm excited and nervous and fluttery and eager!  Why can't I stop using exclamation marks!!!  Now you can see how much I love drama!  I love acting, I love rehearsing, and I love costumes.  But there's one thing I don't love-- performing.  I have awful stage fright that I'm trying to work with.  You know, I don't think it's even stage fright.  I have this obsession with being perfect, and I'm always afraid that I'm not.  Therefore, making me worried on stage (or even just rehearsing).  I'm so vain, I can't help but think that all the people are looking at me and expecting me to be perfect.  *sigh*  
~Alyssa

O, Woe is Me

     I am one unfortunate chick.  Yes, I just called myself a chick.  Never done that before.  (Or have I?)  Read an email my mom received about my drama class... apparently I have to write a character analysis and a character diary by Friday.  I had no clue.  She probably told us the day of our auditions, but I forgot.  But that's not all, no siree.  While researching my character (I had only 5 lines and no clue what my character was like) I found out that I also play a different part (I'm playing a character who is in a play).  
     I'm in Shakespeare's, A Midsummer Night's Dream.  My character is Robin Starveling and I found out that Robin Starveling's character is the Moonlight.  So now I have three more lines to memorize, two days before the first drama class.  How did you not know that you were another character, you might ask.  Well, I guess that's what happens when you don't read the script.  But really, I couldn't understand half of the play.  I figured there was no point in reading through it.  I was obviously wrong.  Please, pity me.  No, don't.  I don't need your pity!  *Stomps out and slams the door*
     Sorry, I did overreact a little bit, didn't I?  But really, it is my fault.  No matter how much I try to blame someone else for not telling me I was playing Moonshine, I have to remember that it was all my fault.  I'm a slacker, and now I have to pay for it.  I will say it again, "I AM A SLACKER!"  I'm told that the first step to fixing the problem is to acknowledge the fact that you have a problem.  As hard as it may be.  *sigh*
     But as I was reading about my character, I realized something that made me feel a little better.  My character "...is often considered one of the more humorous in the play, as he uses a lantern in a failed attempt to portray Moonshine and is wittily derided by his audience."*  I told my mom and she told me that now I have a lot to live up to.  More stress, great.  
     I know, I know.  Usually I'm really optimistic.  Right now I am not being that person.  But it's not my fault!  It's... erm... some one else's?

~Alyssa
 
*Thank you, Wikipedia.

Extremely Anxious

I don't know about you, but I'm one of those people that gets extremely anxious and nervous when she has to put herself out there.  Now I'm not saying that I'm not a social person, I am.  But in my drama club I get so nervous.  It's also a physical issue with me, because my chest starts to hurt and my arms and hands actually start to burn.  I have no clue why, but just thinking about it hurts!!  It's awful.  :[[  

So next week I'm in a performance-- I'm the 3 little pigs in "The True Story of the Big Bad Wolf."  Perhaps you've heard of the book.  My lines?  "Go away, Wolf.  You can't come in.  I'm shaving the hairs on my chinny chin chin."  "Get out of here, Wolf.  Don't bother me again."  "And your old Granny can sit on a pin!"  It's hard to sound angry and say "chinny chin chin" at the same time, let me tell ya. 

I'm almost positive I'll do just fine, but there's always that part of you that is thinking, "Oh my goodness-- I am going to pass out."  (But I have yet to actually pass out!)  I am a worrier to the extreme.  Well, it's only one performance and it'll probably last only 10-15 minutes.  I'm so happy.  :]]

~Alyssa