Dramatic Endeavours

So I may or may not, depending on how a course pans out, be back in the city of my university come September/October, employed and working on a theatre project with a friend I’ve directed and been directed by. Exciting! Right now, it really is only in the very early beginnings in that we’re penciling down ideas and gathering ideas. Slowly but surely. If I don’t come back after the summer, it is something I’d like to continue at some point in the future.  It’s going to be about imagination so this small post is to ask you, my lovely reader, about your imagination. What does your imagination give you? Does it matter? Does it help? Would you say imagination and 'pretend' are the same things? I don’t want to bombard people with questions because you might well chose not to answer them (please do though!) and if this project goes ahead I think I’ll post more questions over time. If you do feel like answering any of these questions or say anything at all about your imagin

Some photos from the beach

I went back to the cemetery at the bottom of my road a couple of weeks ago and took Beaton back with me, here are some more photos from then:

This is a post on what boarding school gave me, the good, the bad and the ugly, and how it changed me. When I tell people I went to boarding school for my secondary education, they tend to make assumptions of some kind. Some people assume my parents are ridiculously well-off (not true), some that I’m posh and stuck up (not true, I hope) and some say that I must have really solid friendships with those I boarded with. There, they’re not wrong. I think, as well, a lot of people assume that it must have been tough. And it was. But despite that, it was one of the best things to have happened to me. It made me a better person and never for one minute do I ever regret going. Though it was originally my idea to go to boarding school (too much Twins at St Clare’s and Malory Towers ), when, at the age of eleven, all my uniform was bought and packed into my new trunk which, I’d found out with joy the month beforehand, could fit my youngest cousin and my tuck box was filled with choco

 I don’t have a specific theme or message behind this post, it’s just a collection of some songs and quotations that inspire me and some pictures I like. Two of the pictures are from postsecret and I've added links to youtube for the songs. ‘We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars’ Oscar Wilde ‘Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that, what have you had?’ Henry James ‘Death is one moment, and life is so many of them’ Tennessee Williams ‘You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'’George Bernard Shaw  'To grasp the full significance of life is the actor's duty, to interpret it is his problem, and to express it his dedication' Marlon Brando   ‘I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can’t touch with decay’ Bob Dylan

This post is inspired from this scene in the movie Garden State which you should watch if you haven’t seen it. The scene on its own is a little cheesy but in the context of the film is entirely perfect. Anyway, here it is in case you do want to watch it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sIqBke3zoM0 In a little over a month, I’m going to graduate. Providing I get round to ordering my robes in time. And providing I haven’t failed my degree though, as I’ve only one mark to receive back even if I failed that course, I think (could be wrong), I’ll still get a degree and graduate. My life, as I’ve known it for the past three years, in fact my life as I’ve pretty much known it my entire life, will change. Scary. Terrifying. Exciting. I have no idea where I’ll be at the end of the summer. As I’m doing a course for a month right in the middle of the summer, I can’t start looking for a job yet and as that course could lead to another two year course, I don’t even know if I’ll need a

  I wasn’t planning to write any more about my experiences and views on depression however since my last post here, on the same issue, it was brought to my attention that there is been more I wish to say but, thanks to my dissertation and some plays, I’ve not been able to get round to voicing my opinions until now. I feel it is important to note that these views are, as always, my own and my knowledge of the counselling services for students is predominantly, if not almost entirely, limited to my own university.   I read an article on a newspaper’s website about a week after my last post which told the sad story of a girl at another university who, having suffered from depression for a while, had taken her own life. What the article mentioned was the distinct lack by her university to provide proper and consistent psychological care which her parents saw as partially to blame for her death. While searching for this article again, I realised this had happened fifteen years ago. Ho