12th august, monday, 2019
dear diary,
Turns out that this fake, annoying girl I went out with yesterday is in the theatre society too. Now that I think about it, I do remember seeing her there on our first day. Even though the group has been meeting for five days, I don't quite know the theatre kids yet.
Here is how things work here: we have to come to college one hour before classes begin so that our seniors can make us exercise every day. Crazy, right? Who thought a drama club would involve this? But here's the logic: street play requires stamina. They teach us voice exercises and diaphragmatic breathing too, so that we don't hurt our vocal cords while performing.
There are rules:
1) We cannot be even a minute late.
2) We need to show up in work-out clothes (and the bathrooms are so shitty and stinky that I can't bear the thought of changing there after exercise. I guess all the pretty clothes that I bought for college will never see the light of day now.)
3) We need to maintain a very professional space, meaning that we can't joke around with our seniors. (This bothers me a bit. It seems a bit extra.)
And I honestly like this. Exercise is not something I like a lot, and I was wanting someone to take charge of it. After 3 months of loitering around, it feels good to be locked up into discipline. It grounds you, you know? Gives you something to live by. I know that no matter what changes in college, this morning routine will stay the same and I find that comforting. I feel happy and confident in class, unlike many students who come straight from bed. And my sleep cycle is already becoming regular. I'm eating well, and I'm feeling HAPPY!
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