I had to go up to the speaker after class to ask about the theatre department and who to talk to to go over modules. The girl from UC Riverside took off and asked if I could email her with any info I found out.
Another student from California and I asked the speaker and she said the Drama Department was on the Selly Oak Campus...which is a long ways from the main campus. She said to contact a man named John Warrick at the George Cadbury Hall.
The girl from California who I'd just met also decided to call it a day cuz her boots were killing her. Like a sap I offered to email her with any information I came across.
From there I started walking down the road that led to Selly Oak...and it took forever. At one point I thought I'd passed it or miraculously ended up on a different street, but a girl I asked for directions from just told me to "carry on" and I'd find it.
Eventually I did find it...after about 20 minutes of walking.
I found George Cadbury Hall and got myself all oriented and stuff right at the threshold between the sidewalk and the steps leading up to the door --> very dramatic.
I walked up the steps and grabbed the door handles only to find them locked --> very anti-climactic.
I peeked in and walked around the building to find any open doors.
There were none.
I then tried the building nextdoor. On one of the outside doors there was a piece of paper stating the room number of the Drama/Theatre reception area.
I walked in and the place felt completely empty.
In the foyer were drafting tables with sketches and paintings leaning against the walls. I walked in, my footsteps echoing, and I was just waiting for someone to turn the corner on the second floor, see me, and ask me for my purpose there as they looked down upon me disdainfully.
'Course I followed the papers with arrows on the walls before that could happen.
I found the room, said I was looking for John Warrick. I was asked my name and when I gave it the woman made a sound of recognition and lifted a highlighted copy of my acceptance letter.
There I got the UnderGrad handbook and a list of courses I had to choose from to go along with my core classes.
I was then directed to John Warrick's office, which had someone else's name mounted on the door. The door was closed, I knocked, and there was no answer. Next door was a woman whom I was told was Sue and someone I would also have to talk with. She asked if I had an appointment, I said no and she then informed me that John is supposed to contact me to make one. Basically it was like I had no business being there- I was supposed to sit back at home like a good little student and wait for the professors to contact me.
As I was walking back I realized how every theatre department I've been to has always been in some little hole in a wall.
How poetic: a place of art in one tiny private corner of the world.
On another note: I got my student ID today.
My first mug shot. I wasn't sure if I should smile or not. I must've had Dwight's voice in my head:
"I never smile if I can help it. Showing one’s teeth is a submission signal in primates. When someone smiles at me, all I see is a chimpanzee begging for its life."
Here are some pictures of the campus....
and here's where I live.
I'm in one of the buildings hiding behind the trees.
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