Dear Friend,
My paper on Theatre of the Oppressed is due on Friday this week. I tried to start writing it today with marginal success. I have about two pages done. I started to realize as I read the book all those days ago that this would probably be one of the most important papers I would ever write in my undergraduate career and that feeling hadn’t subsided as the weeks went by. In all honesty, I’m really excited about writing this paper. However, today I realized that words weren’t going to come to me as easily as I would’ve wished.
Trying to condense Theatre of the Oppressed, the work of a genius (seriously) into a paper the length of four to six pages is just impossible. On top of that, I have to manage to correlate what I’ve read with what I’ve observed. My experiences in Cluj and during the high school forum theatre festival have to make it into those four to six pages. That’s just not going to happen. The paper has to be longer, but how long is too long? If it gets to be too long, I might as well just hand in the book and tell Karen (my advisor) to read it. Unfortunately, that won’t work, so I have to rack my brain, construct thoughtful sentences full of so much critical thinking, and then compare it to my observations in the past two weeks. I need a blender.
Wish me luck, friend. I’m jumping with excitement over this paper, which is something I haven’t done in a long time, but I’m also going to agonize over it a little.
Blessings.
Kailen
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