A short rant on the lack of ability to read in college:
The reason for this rant takes place in the greenroom for “Pioneer Song”. We have signs on both sides of the entrances into the greenroom area instructing people to go around and not go through the greenroom because it is for cast and crew members only. Either people don’t care, or there is an astounding number of people here at BYU-I that cannot read, because regardless of the signs, constantly people try to walk through. We try to redirect them as best we can. I try to be nice about it but everyone reacts differently. My first question after you enter my greenroom is “are you involved in Pioneer Song?” and if the answer is no then I ask them to please exit the greenroom the way they came and choose another route in order to maintain some order. The difference is how they respond to my requests or the requests of my crew members.
Today one girl came to the glass door and read the sign asking people to go around, and just came in regardless. I asked her if she was involved in the production, she didn’t even look in my direction, and when I finally did get her attention and let her know she needed to take a different route, and without once looking at me she said in a passerby tone, “sorry…no.” and went through the doors. I did shout out “Learn to read! Bye!” she knew and saw the signs of what she should be doing, but she crossed the line knowingly and ignored me the whole way and dismissed me as though the show and I were nothing. I know I wanted to sit that girl down and give her a few lessons about manners.
This previous story is either an excellent example of illiteracy or an excellent example of a lack of common courtesy… you decide which.
In other news, I am still waiting for a host family to pick me. I have the feeling I will be chosen, I am just getting nervous, after all I am my mother’s daughter.
I cannot tell you how sad it makes me though, to realize that the people I have spent every night of my semester with won’t be there every day with me anymore. I think the only thing about the play ending that I am looking forward to is the time to do work, because I love this play. I’m not ready to part with it!!
With just a few days left of “Pioneer Song” I am coming to realize that it is basically my whole life at the moment. I am tempted to wonder what to do with all that extra time, but let’s face it, we know I am going to have to use that time to make sure this semester ends well academically.
Another side effect of never being home: I have no clue what is going on within my own apartment. I often go days without seeing some of my roommates. I do miss that bonding time. I also miss major events and only arrive home for the aftermath, whether it be heartbreak or almost abandon apartment moments, I never know what to expect any more. I just hope that I will be able to be a good roommate to them once the play is over, even though there will only be two weeks left, I want to end this semester on a good note with everyone, roommates, landlord, teachers, parents and friends! So HERE’S HOPING!
