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Mar. 5th, 2004 03:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cblj_backupThis is the script for the Futurist Theatre piece we had to synthesise in class today. Our theme we were assigned was "The Life of a Graduate Student". I'm not making this up. I typed it directly from my notebook. :D
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A room. One long oval conference table. Three people. One sits at the table among the audience, frantically but silently flipping simultaenously through two identical textbooks. Two pace around the table, shouting their lines over each other:
ONE
THEATRE! SHOP! OFFICE! TA OFFICE! PAINT SHOP! SOUND LAB! COSTUME SHOP! CLASS! THEATRE! SHOP! OFFICE!
ONE
THEATRE ARTS 593! THEATRE ARTS 596! THEATRE ARTS 602! THEATRE ARTS 638! THEATRE ARTS 700! THEATRE ARTS 820!
All collapse.
Repeat for three years.
***
We love grad school. We also love whining.
***
A room. One long oval conference table. Three people. One sits at the table among the audience, frantically but silently flipping simultaenously through two identical textbooks. Two pace around the table, shouting their lines over each other:
ONE
THEATRE! SHOP! OFFICE! TA OFFICE! PAINT SHOP! SOUND LAB! COSTUME SHOP! CLASS! THEATRE! SHOP! OFFICE!
ONE
THEATRE ARTS 593! THEATRE ARTS 596! THEATRE ARTS 602! THEATRE ARTS 638! THEATRE ARTS 700! THEATRE ARTS 820!
All collapse.
Repeat for three years.
***
We love grad school. We also love whining.
