Friday, 13 September 2013

‘A-ca-scuse me? Synchronised lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart-topper is not lame!’

‘We sing covers of songs, but we do it without any instruments. It's all from our mouths!’

For those of you who have seen the American all-singing hit film ‘Pitch Perfect’, which was released last year, you will have a clear insight as to what I’ve been up to over the past week. For those who haven’t yet watched this funny take on ‘Bring it On’ where the cheerleaders have been swapped for a cappella singers, you’re missing out.

Just like in the film, last week USC held a student organisation fair (very similar to every fresher’s fair that takes place at the beginning of the academic year in the UK) where you could sign up to everything from the Feminist Society to the Sky Diving Club. Obviously I signed up to the ‘Gamecock Swimming Club’ but something way more interesting caught my eye; organised nerd singing! That’s right everyone, a cappella groups here are huge. There are three different groups on campus; the mixed group called ‘Cockappella’, the all-boys group named ‘The Carolina Gentlemen’ and the all-girls group called ‘The Cocktails’. The thought of being a part of a real American a cappella group made me very excited, so I rushed to sign up for auditions, only to be greeted by South Carolina’s very own Anna Camp informing me of the rigorous audition process required to actually get in, including; sight reading, pitch matching, blending exercises and numerous solos. Yikes! With the mention of sight reading I felt like I had taken a step back to over three and half years ago when I took my ABRSM Grade 8 Singing exam. But I was determined to at least give it a try.
 
Since my first solo in Primary school dressed up as a Pyramid in a show about Egyptians I have loved singing and performing. I went on to take all my singing grades throughout Secondary school, performing in the school choir and tons of music concerts. There’s something about standing under a stage light in front of a huge audience which gives me such a buzz! I’ve performed in musicals ranging from ‘Guys and Dolls’ to ‘Little Shop of Horrors’ and most recently ‘RENT’. So this a cappella thing should be easy enough right? Wrong! This is America. Everyone here is an upcoming singer or a musician.

My first audition was for the ‘Cockappella’s’ and I thought it went relatively well. I didn’t choke on my song, I was friendly and hoped that being British would make me stand out. However, no such luck. With over eighty students auditioning for five places I didn’t even get to the second round. I took this with a pinch of salt and came to the conclusion that as a mixed group they were probably looking for more boys to balance out all the girls they already had. I still had my audition for the female group ‘The Cocktails’, so hope was not lost yet. I first saw ‘The Cocktails’ perform at the new student convocation ceremony and knew that I wanted to be a part of this student-founded, student-organised and student-led group of dedicated musicians. At the interest meeting I was presented with fourteen pristine looking sorority girls who sang ‘Titanium’, I couldn’t quite work out whether these girls were super intimidating and it was basically a popularity contest to get in or whether I actually stood a chance. My audition went surprisingly well, I sang ‘I wish I was a punk rocker’ by Sandi Thom (thanks to some advice from my musical twin Cara McPherson) and I managed to get a call-back. Obviously my reaction was ‘A-ca-scuse me? A-ca-believe it!’ Out of the eighty plus girls who auditioned I was one of fifteen to be asked to come back! We were sent sheet music to read and I was asked to learn the Soprano part to Lady Gaga’s ‘Poker Face’, along with all sorts of other exercises used to test us. But sadly I didn’t quite make the cut. I guess I’ll put it down to nerves, my solo didn’t go well and the sight reading was horrific! So while I’m pleased they liked me enough to ask me back for a second audition, I am a little disappointed. I suppose I’m just not enough like Brittany Snow!

Here’s what I’m missing out on……

Wednesday, 11 September 2013

Strom Thurmond

Us Brits love to complain about the weather. It’s either too hot or too cold, too windy or too much rain. So while you’re all sitting at home moaning about how cold it is and how those horrible onesies are already making a sneaky appearance, I thought I’d just rub in the fact that it’s still over 30 degrees here! I’ve replaced radiators for air-con and my uggs for flip-flops, and I’m loving the constant source of sunshine and vitamin D!

With the sun constantly glowing, it makes it very hard for me to sit in my little room and concentrate on the ever growing pile of books I have to study. So I’ll be the first to admit that the outside pool at the Strom gym is becoming a little bit like a second home. Casually soaking up the rays between classes almost makes me feel like I’m on holiday. The pool is big enough for me to get in and quickly burn some calories by swimming 100 lengths, before getting in my bikini and lying in the sun. I’m attempting to keep my holiday tan from Croatia, so reading and ‘studying’ at the pool seems like the best place to be. And I’m not the only one who also agrees that a couple of hours chilling on poolside is a much better way to spend the time between classes than in the library! Cliques of young sorority girls repping their Victoria Secret bikinis and groups of guys showing off their abdomens seem to have the same opinion that the pool is the place to be on campus. Although a lot of them also think that beach volleyball tournaments in this heat is a good idea, so I guess that is where I differ. 


Sunday, 8 September 2013

The South....

I saw this on a sign and thought that it sums up the South pretty well!

The South
The place where…..
- Tea is sweet and accents are sweeter
- Summer starts in April
- Mac and Cheese is a vegetable
- Front porches are wide and words are long
- Pecan pie is a staple
- Y’all is the only proper noun
- Chicken is fried and biscuits come with gravy
- Everything’s darlin’ and someone’s heart is always being blessed!

Saturday, 7 September 2013

Playing dodgems

After living here for three weeks, why is it that I still cannot work out how to cross the road?

I need a guide for beginners or at least a lollipop lady to help me from A to B when it comes to trekking across the gigantic six lane roads they have here!  It doesn’t help that I automatically look right then left before crossing the road and that for some weird reason cars can turn right on red lights.

Every time I step off the pavement ready to tackle what feels like the 100m sprint I genuinely fear for my life. Forget mini coopers, Peugeot 106’s or tiny little smart cars that seem to be all the rage in London. Here Trucks rule the road. Giant SUVs tower over you, one foot in the wrong direction and they’ll flatten you in seconds!

If the abnormally large roads weren’t enough already, the confusing lights certainly don’t help my case either. On the ‘walk screen’ instead of a green man letting you know it’s safe to cross, a little white man appears and I find myself shouting ‘White man!’ at the road to warn drivers I’m about to embark on my journey. I’m not quite sure that’s the most appropriate thing to be shouting in the Deep South, but for my own piece of mind it seems to be helping. That is until the white man disappears when I’m only half way across and a timer comes on and starts ticking away like a bomb about to explode. As the pedestrian crossing sign counts down the seconds I start asking myself ‘can I actually make it all that way?!’ It’s really quite frightening.

This place isn’t built for pedestrians. I feel like a very small child in need of a mother to hold my hand and get me to safety, but with my mum on the other side of the world, the only advice I can give to any incoming international students is bring a car!


Wednesday, 4 September 2013

Classroom Etiquette

Although the classes here are not taught in Spanish or French they are very different to what I’ve been used to throughout my school and University years. You don’t have to wait outside a classroom for the teacher to magically appear; you just stroll right in and take a pick at whichever seat you fancy. The classrooms even look different, at the University of Kent the seminar rooms are set out to encourage intelligent discussion between students, usually the rooms are laid out in a horseshoe shape so that you can see everyone else in your class. But here, they’re more like exam rooms. Individual chairs dotted around the room with individual desks attached to them. Anyone who knows me well would have understood my fear when walking into a room that screams ‘exam’!

Talking of exams, they like to test you here, a lot! I guess it’s a way of checking that you’re keeping up with the reading but on my second day of class I was shocked to be handed a piece of paper with numerous questions about the novel we were reading, only to hear the Professor shout ‘You have five minutes to complete this paper, starting NOW!’ It definitely served as a strong reminder that I’m not just here to have fun but also study, hard!

I’m taking four different classes this term; three English and one Theatre. As a joint honours humanities student I’ve always been given a lot of reading, but heck, I basically have a novel to read every week for each English class. When do people have time to have fun or go to the gym here when their heads are constantly stuck in a book? That said, all my classes are very interesting and the Professors are all great – super friendly and have a genuine interest in getting to know you. Not sure I could say the same for every teacher that has taught me at home!

The Theatre class I’m taking this term is ‘Film and Television Acting’ and whilst I’ve taken numerous Acting classes before and the mention of Stanislavski makes my head hurt, I’ve never had the opportunity to learn the trade with a massive camera stuck in your face. So far I’ve learnt it’s very different to being on the Stage, out with the massive persona, projected voice and over the top actions and in with the subtle glances and truthful responses, instead of that of some imagined character. I keep on hearing Alick’s voice, the director from the production RENT, saying ‘act bigger’ in the back of my head. But now it’s time to flick the switch and try my luck learning a different skill.

Although the classes here do remind me a little bit of high school, receiving ‘homework’ every lesson and less independent study, so far every class I’ve had has made me smile and taught me something new, and in my eyes, it doesn’t get much better than that! 

Sunday, 1 September 2013

Go Cocks!


Thursday last week marked the beginning of American football season with the battle of the Carolinas! South Carolina vs North Carolina – only the best would win! But playing on home turf with thousands of screaming fans UNC didn’t really stand a chance. One thing I’ve noticed since arriving here is that the school spirit is incredible! At Kent the Swimming team struggle to get supporters down to watch our biggest meet of the year, but at USC there is never a lack of support for any sports team. Especially when it comes to football!

After dressing up in school colours, garnet and black, I had the opportunity to experience possibly one of the most ‘American’ traditions when it comes to football; tailgating. The ‘tailgate’ is basically the pre-party to the game; hundreds of fans park up their huge 4x4’s and set up gazebos in car parks surrounding the stadium. Hordes of garnet clad supporters and girls wearing black dresses and cowboy boots enjoy cookouts’ (bbq) and games of beer pong. Although, with the temperature reaching highs of 37 degrees Celsius the drinks were somewhat simmering in the heat.

The match itself was insane! The Williams-Brice Stadium in South Carolina holds 80,250 people (bigger than the London 2012 Olympic Stadium) and once inside the atmosphere blows you away. From one side to the other fans shouting ‘GAME’ ‘COCKS’ in an almost deafening tone. Being in a stadium that big reminded me of the Olympic games last summer when my family and I were lucky enough to get tickets to watch the Athletics on the ‘Super Saturday’ and cheer on Brits Jessica Ennis, Mo Farah and Greg Rutherford to win Gold. Exhilarating! Although I’m not sure I quite understand the rules of American football yet, it’s all very stop and start, apparently USC won so everything is dandy here in the land of the cocks! 

Wednesday, 28 August 2013

Only in the USA

So although it’s 10pm and I have an article on ‘Who’s afraid of Post-blackness?’ to read and a paper to write on how the idea of "post-blackness" intersects or diverges with the concept of postmodernism, all by my 10am lesson tomorrow, I couldn’t help but share this with you all….

Tonight I was in the gym with one of my British friends (Claire) and after I’d gone into the changing rooms (or locker rooms so they’re called here) the following happened….

Claire was in the gym and some guy comes over and goes 's'cuse me ma'am can I ask you a question?'

So she was like ‘yeah of course’, and he goes 'who was that girl you were with downstairs in the jean shorts, the blonde girl?'

So she described my outfit and what I was wearing and he was like ‘yeah that’s her’

So she said ‘that's Alice, why?’

And he goes 'maaaaan she's beautiful'


WHY DOES THIS NOT HAPPEN IN ENGLAND?