2010.11.14 Text 3 notes

  1. “I’m in Mathematics.” Pt. 2

    Do you guys remember this post?

    If not, you should before you read this one (if you actually read these things).

    As required for my Intro. to Theatre class, I went and saw CU’s production of Marisol last night. If you’re not familiar, it’s a really powerful drama, set in the Bronx during the 90s. It’s challenging, and the second act appeared to be entirely metaphorical. When English isn’t your first language, something like that might be a little tough for you to grasp immediately (hell, I hardly understood it myself).

    But ‘ol Kim came in even before the play started.

    I ordered my ticket to Marisol months ago, once I knew I had to go see it. I was seated in the fourth row from the front, right in the middle. I sat down about ten minutes before the show started and twittled my thumbs for a bit, reading the dramaturg’s note. Not long after, a certain Korean man sat down right next to me. Somehow, Kim had the exact seat next to my own. I recognized him, but he didn’t seem to notice me, so I refrained from saying anything. I was afraid he wouldn’t recognize me…and then it would be hopelessly awkward.

    But he did—although he was embarrassed that he forgot my name when I remembered his. It didn’t bother me. He once again started asking me about the play, what I thought, what it meant, and everything in between. But this time, I sat down with him and gave him my interpretation of the less literal scenes. Answering his questions strengthened my own ideas about the play, and he really seemed to appreciate not only the help, but my willingness to do so.

    When I had to catch my bus, he asked for my number so he could ask more questions if he needed to, and I was alright with giving it to him. I gave him a little time to help him with his work, and he gave me a follow-up blog post. Coincidences are fun.