I dropped my theatre major today.
I am not a theatre major anymore, just psychology. It's a weird thing to think about, as theatre has been a part of my life for such a long time. I started with theatre when I was 13 and had just moved to Taiwan. My friend there, LS, decided to audition for Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and while I had no backround in such activities as theatre, I decided to try out as well. I got in, and that was it. Since then I have been in Romeo and Juliet, Little Shop of Horrors, Bugsy Malone, Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes, The Wiz, The Odyssey, Peter Pan, Working, The Jungle Book, Magic, The Master Builder, The Man Who Came to Dinner, The Miser, and now Twelve Angry Jurors as well as more scenes and monologues than it is possible to count.
And now I'm not a major anymore.
I feel like I've just ended a long term relationship. Theatre wasn't really making me happy anymore (or at least, the academic side wasn't), but it did for so long. For eight years, my life pretty much revolved around when rehearsal was scheduled, what play I was required to see for class, and so on. Now it doesn't. (Well, it sort of does-- I'm still in Twelve Angry Jurors, but that closes in early March.)
I would like to say that I will still be acting even though I will no longer be majoring, but that really depends on whether or not the department will cast me now. I doubt it. They like to cast majors and freshman. Maybe I'll act after college, but it seems somehow unlikely. I don't need my already-graduated friends to point out how busy post-college life is. I believe it. I love acting, but it sounds like this might be it.
And that, my friends, is a very sad thing.