You know, I would love taking Russian if the professor actually taught the language. Instead I’m the only dramaturg with no real background in it or a language that’s similar and therefore appear really behind them when in fact it’s because they have experience with it and are not actually studying it either.

But since I have no time to study it because it is the least of my priorities right now (hello civil war presentation to Diane fucking Paulus, lame plot beads for two Greek plays andThe Tempest, the other projects that are related to my casebook forThe Tempest, a massive amount of reading/research for weekly meeting aboutThe Lily’s Revenge, upcoming weekly presentations in casebook aboutTempest, two upcoming presentations in set design, and some more in my Intro to Dramaturgy class, my educational outreach reading, and my icons of masculinity reading), I look like an idiot.

Basically I’m a bitter bitch about things/people when I’m trying really hard. They study I’m just bitter. Because bitter.

First words: Hola! Sorry about that.

(Yes most of those projects are coming up within the next few weeks if not weekly).