Welcome to Open Sewer!
This blog is designed mostly for me to chronicle my upcoming Graduate School experience while I earn my Masters in Theatrical Directing. These chronicles will include new life lessons, interesting ideas to apply to life and projects, artistic and person conundrums, cathartic rants and tips about what to expect from a Grad School experience. In short, it is my open drainage system to this new chapter of my life ad my mind overflows with artistic knowledge.
Hopefully those who are considering a commitment to crippling debt, unreasonable work loads and extensive summer reading lists all in the name of becoming a Master of the Arts will find it informative and helpful.
The following was written on 7/14/11
I’m starting a little late since the grad school experience technically begins when one decides that graduate school is the right path for them so let’s travel back in time for a little recap, shall we?
After 6+ years of surviving in New York City as an office administrator in various locations around this great city during the day, and working on theatre in the evening hours I found myself dissatisfied. 3 too many co-workers who are at least 2 years my junior had asked me what career I wanted for myself and I was starting to get bitter…well, more bitter than usual. “When will this end?” I thought. “When do I get to make my living at the occupation I’m best at?” Certainly I was GOOD at answering the phone 12 times a day. I don’t mind saying that I nailed that part of my day at least 80% of the time, but where was the love? Spending 42.5 hours a week in a place about which one does not care is 32.5 hours too many.
I began to toss around ideas. It came down to 3 options:
1) Start stealing and reselling office supplies until I saved up enough money to pay my rent for a year. Then quit and direct plays for tips on the street.
2) Quite my job and start whoring… (ahem)…FREELANCING at various gigs around the city.
3) Apply to Grad School.
I decided the demand for impromptu play direction was low in this economy, (also, stealing is wrong) whore-lancing comes naturally to me but its uses are better saved for romantic occasions and grad school was going to kill me. After a long talk with my best friend from High School about her husband’s experience in law school, I chose grad school.
Thus, this blog was born. Next edition: The application process.
