donât particularly like voice class and donât see why itâs all that important. Iâm tired, Iâm going to miss class today. Iâll go next week.â They upset the traditional dominant-subordinate roles of professor and teacher. I think that after our class the program was composed of mostly younger students.
By and large, acting school is a really exciting time. Youâre breaking a script down, youâre chatting about the characters and good and bad performances, youâre doing a play, youâre sitting around at the âgypsyâ bar where all the grad students hung out. Youâre into something you love and want to dedicate your life to. You arenât out trying to find yourself; you didnât say, âLet me try to do something practical instead of what I love to do.â Youâve found itâand it didnât take thirty years! Everyone is training so they can hopefully survive in this impractical profession where people are always telling you that only five percent or ten percent of Screen Actors Guild (SAG) actors actually make a living, and the other ninety percent are doing other jobs.
Even though itâs very exciting, drama school is very hardwork. Everyone loses weight the first year because you donât have time to sit down and eat. I existed on coffee, Snickers and bagels. Academically, we had classes, scene study, the history of theater, voice class, singing class, movement, fencing. When I was not in class I was at my work-study job. After first semester, on top of academics, you have to do things like put on a Shakespeare production in ten daysâbuild the set, sew the costumes, learn your lines, rehearse with your classmates, everything. When I think back on it, what we accomplished was amazing. It was so awesomeâI was in love with it. And there were so many talented students, like Sabrina, Roger, Charles, John Turturro, Jane Kaczmarek and Kate Burton, daughter of the famous actor, Richard Burton.
Unlike out in the real world, race in drama school was, for the most part, a non-issue. You were supposed to grow up and be a teacher, a doctor, a lawyer, those kinds of jobs. We were already differentâyoung, artsy, ainât none of us gonna make no money right off the bat. Race didnât make that much difference. We might deal with it in the context of a scene, like if we were performing something of Athol Fugardâs, the great South African playwright. But for the most part we would deal with race later, in the real world, the marketplace. While we were in school any conflict we experienced was mostly interpersonal. We rarely allowed race to restrain our feelings, our intuition, our delving into the psyche and human emotions. Iâm the mama, the white girlâs the daughter and youâre the audience. We believe it and we say it is, so you believe it, too. And no one was talking about, âOkay, when you graduate, some of you are not going to work. Itâs not because youâre not talented, itâs because youâre black or Latino.â Or whatever the 109 other reasons are why people donât work, like youâre too tall or too short. For the time we convinced ourselves, âItâs going to come down to talent, right?â
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In October of my first year, my fatherâs girlfriend called me with the news he was in the hospital. He hadnât been taking his blood pressure meds and came home from work with a really bad headache, which wasnât like him. She took him to the hospital, where they learned he had a brain aneurysm. I didnât know what a brain aneurysm wasâI now understand that he was having a strokeâbut it was brain stuff and sounded serious enough that I tried to get there. Kate Burton was one of the few students with a car. When she heard my dad was in the hospital, she offered me a ride to his hospital in the Bronx. She dropped me off and I found my way to his