Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Teacher Education, This is Liz. Or, Dunder-Mifflin, This is Pam


I am extremely bored at work so I thought I would write a blog.

I work in the Teacher Education Services office at my university. I couldn't tell you why because I am not an education major or anything like that; I just need money. So I'm sitting here, being a receptionist, which is what I always do. And today there aren't even any pretty packets to staple or anything. Instead, I am trying to entertain myself with facebook, but even that gets old after awhile. I've been here for 1 hour, 45 minutes, and it feels like a week or two.

Oh, I also have my newswriting textbook to keep me company. This chapter is all about grammar, which, strangely enough, I rather enjoy. Problem is, it's READING about grammar. Which kind of sucks, man. However, I am currently basking in triumph over the Active/Passive Voice section. This is why: In the past, teachers have asked me what the difference between the two voices is. Nobody had ever given me a definition, so I explained it in the most concrete terms that I could come up with. I said that most sentences go Subject-Verb-Object, whereas the passive voice makes the object of the sentence its subject. And nobody ever said "awesome job, Liz! That's exactly right!" Well, the joke's on them now because that's exactly what this book says.

What up.

Last night I auditioned for two department shows: Dracula and Searching for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe. I got a callback for the first. Problem is, I was called back for the role of (now ANNETTE) Van Helsing, and the other girls who are coming back are all old, experienced, talented theatre majors. I'm a young, community-theatre-bred, who-in-the-world-knows major. So I'm extremely intimidated and kind of don't even want to go back. I feel like a loser. I suppose I shouldn't since I was called back along with those girls. But still.

Anyway... um, I don't have anything terribly exciting to say except - oh! - I finished Looking for Alaska! I have literally never read a book that's made me cry that much. It was like I was living it. Man. Amazing, amazing book.

I'm sleepy, and hungry, and bored, and intimidated, and scared, and in pain (my foot is broken or something), and who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?