Comforter

I know it's been a while since I posted, and I apologize. School started and things have been pretty crazy for the past couple of weeks. And it's only going to get crazier.

It's rather bizarre being back in school. It's strange to always be surrounded by people. Fun, but strange. I'm not popular but I'm well-liked, and it's led to me occupying a fairly queer place in the theatre department. First of all, I'm the assistant director for our Black Box show "Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead." The play is vulgar and cruel and hilarious and heavy, but it ends with a measure of hope and is popular among the students. This assignment means I'm in a leadership position that people recognize and respect (Kyle, the director, has been very good about involving me in the actual rehearsal process, which I find refreshing). I'm also in the Intermediate Directing class, which consists of a 30-minute cut of a play presented at the end of the term. These projects are a big deal within the department, and we work with the Acting II class so we both gain valuable experience working with peers. This has the same effect as being an assistant director. That, and having been a den mom last year (with almost all my den babies still within the department), has created a role of "mom" within the department for me. At least, that's what it feels like. People stop me in the halls to get hugs, people pull me aside to talk about difficulties, people look to me for comfort and encouragement. I almost always have a positive outlook and am constantly telling everyone to calm down and let it work itself out. I don't mind, not at all. In fact, I rather enjoy it. However, it makes me terribly lonely. Who do I go to when I have problems? Who will put their arms around me and tell me it's going to be all right? Who will lift me when I'm down? I have friends in the department and out, but I want that one person who will always be there for me.

No worries. I'm just feeling a bit down today. I'm tired. I feel old.