- Blood Capsules
- Wipes
- C Clamps
- Chemise?
Critiques: -Border-
- Zack - Put your foot on the bench in the Union scene
- Lights need to be dimmer in Jail
- Work on blood - Girls
- Boys - We need to have the umbrellas out there
- Judge - Tie?
- Didn't catch the bribe
- Girls - Hold your signs so that they won't cast a shadow on your face
- Need to see more determination in the girls faces
-Couch-
- In the beginning, lights and sound needs to come up at the same time with curtains
- Fix Kayla's Shirt - Chemise?
- Hem Roger's pants
- Fix Lizzie's Skirt
- Matron's skirt?
- Anya - stand on your first line
- "Time for work" - Roth, look at your watch
- "V"alk in park - Ruth, hit the V
- Light on Anya quicker when she crosses to DCS
- Joe, Roger, and Lannon - You were in a line. Fix it
- Have to use blood capsules
- After jail, girls bunched up. Be aware of your surroundings and adjust. Some move right stage, others on the platform.
- Bridget - work on your lilt. "Women" & "November"
- Bridget - "America" Make it sound like the Promised Land
- Cohen - Use your arms
- Nathan - Use a different coat in the Union scene
- Good job - Nathan, Brandon, and Roger
- Lizzie and Joe - Smile was great
- Good job listening Lenore
- Roth - "Going to trial" - whatever you did today worked, keep it
- Brandon - Get over to right stage sooner and help set up for hearing
- Judge - Must have a tie! Outside jacket - ask Couch
- Roth - Good job on "streetwalkers"
- Society girls - Remember to dust off the seats each time you sit down with your hanky
- Blackwell's Island - Roth and Stolle, look at each other
- Roth - Speech in tombs was good
- "Sound of our singin" - Anya, look at Bridget with hope
- Bring Clara DS more to die
- Roger - "That's called compromise" Take your hat off and hold it
- "Starve" - Good job
- Anya - touch Joe's face on "That boy"
- Joe - Wiping the tear was good
- Stolle - Speak to audience
- When Roth calls out the names - Girls be more dynamic
- Margaret - Slower on last line
Everyone who has a dialect needs to speak in them from now until competition. And if you have been told to work on enunciation - Work on it. If you see someone who is supposed to be speaking in an accent refusing to do so, tell me and I will deduct points from their grade. The accents MUST be second nature.
I love you all!
Love you too Couch=)
ReplyDeleteLol i love you too Couch (Kayla) haha
ReplyDeleteWell... I'm finally satisfied with my Contradiction Analysis thingy ma-bob... But since the blog that I was supposed to put this under is on the next page, I'll just post it here... Be warned... It's long.
ReplyDelete(Note that ANYTIME I say “I”-or say anything in first person- during this, I am referring to Ruth, not Kayla)
:Ruth Stein:
Like Anya-and everyone else in the world for that matter-, Ruth's background had a major influence on who she is now.
I am the youngest of 8 living brothers and sisters (There were 12 total. 4 died before my birth), so I was obviously never put in a position of much power or responsibility. I was never asked to be a leader. So now, even without my family or my age to stop me, I naturally fall into the position of a follower. I do what I’m told to do... That's the way I grew up and it's all I really know.
I am also very sensitive to illness and death. I am this way because my father, along with 4 of my brothers and sisters, passed away before I was born. My mother was 5 months pregnant with me when my father died. So, growing up, the only way the other children could deal with their losses was to make jokes. Sadly, the majority of the jokes were more like, "Let's lock Ruth in a closet/hold her head under water/leave her stuck in the tree/pretend we all died". I didn't understand, I couldn't. My brothers and sisters only did this to me because I was the youngest and never knew any of these people, but it scarred me for life. Death always had a large, dark place in my heart and mind. I was afraid of that place. So, obviously, when death comes into my life once again, I am thrust back into my old memories. It is enough to break down the walls I built to protect myself from these emotions. No matter how hard I try to be strong, I can’t.
Margaret brings out two sides of me. She is one of the only people I have ever felt the need or urge to lead. This is only because Margaret often has different views and is not very open to other people’s ideas. I can’t understand her sometimes, the way she thinks… Why she does what she does. This is why I often try to lead Margaret in other directions, such as joining in on the strike. On the other hand… When Margaret is so stubborn that she absolutely will not open up to other ideas, the more hard-headed side of me rears its head. I don’t like it when people can’t see my way, my side of things. So naturally, I get upset when Margaret’s ears seem to be plugged when I’m talking to her. I am a competitive person. Maybe that’s why I always tend to talk to her and try to persuade her. Maybe I get some kind of odd thrill from the challenge of trying to get her to give in. It must be something along those lines, because otherwise I don’t see how we could be friends or how I could stand to be around her so much. I am an easy person to anger, and Margaret tends to accomplish this feat a lot. But I still love her.
Anya is one of the people that allow me to sink into the person I have been all my life. The follower. It’s so easy around Anya. She is a born leader so it just comes natural to me to fall into step behind her. When I’m around her, I don’t have to think so much for myself. I don’t have to be brave or strong, because she can do that for me. But if there comes a time when I need to be brave, it is easier if she is there. I just follow her lead, like everything else. I am greatly influenced by what she says and does. The majority of what everyone sees when they look at me is the product of Anya’s influence, because that is who I look up to.
Bridget, like Anya, allows me to be a follower. The majority of what was said about Anya applies to Bridget too. But Bridget also brings out another part of me. And secretly, I am more like Bridget than anyone will ever know. The way I think-what goes through my head-is like a mirror image of what Bridget is on the outside. A lot of what everyone sees from her, I am inside my head. This has a lot to do with why we butt heads so often. It’s because we are so much alike in certain ways. She brings out a more forceful side of me. If there were ever to be a physical entity for my thoughts, she would be it. But, unlike my thoughts, I cannot so easily suppress her. So when she blurts out the very thing that I was working so hard to hold in my head, it frustrates me to no end. I try to keep those thoughts in my head and away from others for reasons I think are very important and when Bridget says my thoughts or acts the way I was envisioning, it’s like someone told my most important secret… ratted me out. And Bridget obviously doesn’t take too well to it when I try to keep her from doing those things, so she reacts to me the way I know I would react and it is the most peculiar thing to look my thoughts in the eye and not be able to control them.
Clara… oh, Clara. As much as I love Clara, she scares me. She’s sick… I hate sickness. Sickness brings death, and death brings torment for me. Jokes. It always has and I never learned how to properly deal with death. But then again, Clara is the sweetest girl I have ever met. She draws me like a magnet in a maternal way. I want to protect her. I feel the need to watch over her the way a mother watches over her new-born. So fragile. She can’t take care of herself, so she needs me to do it for her. That’s the way I think. But I can’t become attached to her… I can’t need her the way she needs me, or the way I think she needs me-though she does a fine job of taking care of herself and it’s not like there aren’t others that take care of her-. I need to protect and take care of her… But I need to be away from her, from inevitable death.
Teresa brings out another kind of motherly instinct in me. But it is more of the educational sense. I want to show her things. Teach her. She is so smart, I just know that if she had a proper teacher, she could learn to live and thrive in America better than the majority of born Americans could. I pity her in a way too… It is so hard for her to understand what is going on. And there isn’t much that angers me more than to see someone treat her badly. She doesn’t know what’s happening, or why she is getting singled out. Well, she’s probably figured out that it’s because we’re immigrants that we are treated so badly… But it still infuriates me. I feel protective of her as well. And though I could never stand up to someone important for my own sake, if it came to protecting her-or Clara-I wouldn’t hesitate.
Roth… There is not another human in this world that could frustrate me more than this man does. I’m sure of it. He’s so… Unfair, unjust, cruel, all-together wrong. He MUST take some kind of pleasure in the torment he forces upon us girls. I can’t understand him. There are some evil men in the world, but he’s in a league of his own. The way he treats us just makes me want to spit in his face. He stirs some of the most evil thoughts in me. Though I never flesh out any of my unspoken plots against him, I’m sure it is obvious that I hate him. Pure hatred radiates from me when he enters the room. It’s that awful feeling that shoots up your spine and makes you go rigid. The way he thinks we are nothing but trash… in his way. He doesn’t keep his ill thoughts of us to himself. If he can hate us so much for no reason at all… Why can’t I hate him for that?
Joe brings out a very mixed number of emotions in me. At first, he brings out a defensive side of me. I’m afraid of him, because I’ve come to develop some sort of fear of men in general. Then, I grow to just dislike him. His attitude towards our efforts frustrates me. And the fact that he continually shows up and questions Anya irritates me. I look up to her and having someone constantly question her isn’t comforting. Then, as he continues to support us, I gradually grow to like seeing him around because he makes good things happen for us. He stands up for us. But, of course-like any man-I can’t like him for long, because he now brings a new emotion that I wasn’t familiar with. Jealousy. I am SO EXTREMELY jealous of Anya and Joe together. It’s so obvious the way they feel about each other. For her… it doesn’t really matter if we win the strike or not. If we do, she’ll get better treatment in the workplace AND marry him… have a happy life. If we don’t… He’ll marry her anyways and she’ll be protected and secure… Happy ending. It’s not like that for the rest of us girls. She’s secure. I’m jealous of that security. Not to mention just the plain fact that she has a good man now… Someone to love and receive love in return from.
Society girls… These girls bring out several emotions in me as well. For the longest time, I felt ashamed to be around them. They are so pretty in their nice clothes and fancy things… It doesn’t seem right that someone like me, with my ratty clothes, should be anywhere near them. At the same time, this ignites anger in me. I envy them but I know I will never have what they have. No matter how hard I work, there’s just no way. And they don’t have to lift a finger for it. It’s not fair. Then, when they come to try to join us, I get sent on a rollercoaster ride of emotions. First I can’t believe they’d show up out here, then I can’t believe they’d have the nerve to try to compare their lives to ours… To even think that they might be the same… Then almost rage washes over me when they tell us that they want to see what it’s like to live like us. They WANT this?! It’s absurd. But my heart softens when they offer warmth to Clara, and I can’t seem to shake this new-found acceptance of them as they continue to stick around and support us.
we are doing great keep it up everyone
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