Tonight, after watching a show I directed, the department head of Theatre at the University of Ottawa approached me and offered me a letter of recommendation for entrance into the MFA Directing program he oversees.
It was the first time this semester that I felt like I had accomplished anything, even though I’ve been running around like a headless chicken.
It was the first time in my theatre career at the University of Ottawa that I felt like a stand-out amung my peers.
It was the first time in my life that I felt whatever it is your supposed to feel when you really accomplish something great.
And of course, it wasn’t the finest piece of theatre ever. It was far from perfect. But considering my resources, and the amount of time I had to put together the show, I am extremely pleased, and very proud of myself.
Too bad I’m not biligual, so I can’t get into the MFA program.
Ugh.
