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Alone on the Limb written @ 3:07 PM on November 07, 2002 There was a major/minor fair today at the university center. I actually had to go to it as part of my attendance for immigration experiences, even though I'm a declared double major, but I looked at some of the other booths. I would actually like a minor in history. This would mean tacking on another 15 hours to my 200+ that is the misery of my life, but then again, it's only 15 hours tacked on to the 200+ that IS the misery of my life. You know? But I feel like I owe myself something when it comes to history. I've always been drawn to history; it's always been one of my stronger suits (see if "Aida" doesn't get stuck into your head after that sentence). My mom will think I'm crazy. Perhaps some summer classes? This may work out yet. And then I saw the study abroad booth. And that really got me thinking. Sam Reno does not equal "stay in America forever." What's more is that next semester they're offering a class in London discussing the public's fascination with Harry Potter. I was like FUCK YEAH GIMME THE PLANE TICKET NOW. But seriously, I really want to travel. Today was one of those days when the world really felt too small to stay in one corner of it forever, when the world really felt too small for me. Looking through those brochures about all the countries I could study art in inspired me. Last year I would not have cared if I stayed in America forever, but now I think it's time to venture forth and see something different. There is so much to see in one lifetime. I want to talk to Mom about it. I don't know how I could pull something like that off when my path is so set in its ways, but maybe when I'm a senior something could open up and work out. Maybe I can take a year off to study overseas. What's the hurry to get a double major overwith anyway? *** A continuation of yesterday's tale of mystery: At the theater booth of the fair sat one of the professors of musical theater. He was very receptive and open as dramatic folks tend to be, and he was quite pleased that I was already a declared theater major with an emphasis in scenic design. "Oh that's great," he said. "By the time you graduate, you'll be able to work at a ton of places and have a huge portfolio. There's a shortage on the market for scenic designers, you know." "That's prcisely what I wanted to ask you," I said. "Well... I have not met other scenic designers at NKU... Um... Are there any?" "There are very few," he said. "This is not necessarily a bad thing..." And then he rambled on how I could get "specialized training" via Ron, who may very well become the bane of my existence. "You just don't hear about them a lot," I added. "Scenic design is our smallest sector in the theater department," he continued. "I think it's great to have you there. Like I said, you'll be extremely hireable." What I found interesting is that he could not name a single person who studied to be a scenic designer at NKU, past or present. What does that tell me? Perhaps Jamie was right. Perhaps Derek and I are the only scenic designers in the whole department. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
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