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Well! It's been awhile. Let's see what I can remember from the week.
Monday was the first day of classes, but I'd been surviving on sunflower seeds for breakfast forever (they had no real food, just cereal and bread and fruit) and so during breakfast I ate some from the newly discovered little kitchen thing. They promptly told me I wasn't allowed, though I'd found it by asking another who had some; our deputy director Sophia arranged me some food from across the street, so that's where I eat now.
Then, we went to the Queens' Backs, the back of Queens college, for a meet to figure out where and what classes people were going to. It was terribly organized, and they couldn't tell which teacher I had for Creative Writing, so we tramped around in a group (there were four of us and the director-guy) looking through the classes to see if they had us on the rosters. I was in the last one we came to, which was the farthest away, and we had gone in a huge circle. I think I walked about 6 miles that day. However, I only got to class about half an hour late, because we started walking quite early. That day in class we introduced ourselves and did some spontanouse writing; a person would call out a random word, and we'd write what came to mind about that word, and she'd pick another person to call out a word, and we'd write about that one, and so on until we stopped. It was quite fun, and I read mine aloud at the end when she suggested, and several people still remember my reference to elastic (the word) as the 'salvation of trousers'. The teacher is an artist, so she's really more into the Creative aspect than the Writing side, but it's still fun and I'm learning.
Then, it was lunch. However, I'd left my jacket with all my cards and camera at Westminster (after having walked all the way back to the Backs), and found a deputy to lead me back to find it, but as we were walking in the gate, she called the other deputy on a cell and found it had been taken back to the middle of town. Thus, muscles hurt still (I still walk there every day, but that day started it) in my shins (?? I thought they were bones!) which I did not know I had. I didn't eat lunch on Monday, but it was all right, because my second class was Egyptology. Our teacher gave us a crash course the first day, a basic overview of what it's all about, in a nice warm room with lots of interesting slides on the overhead. And then, I went to see if I'd got cast in comedy of Errors (did I tell you, I was dropped at first cut in the Midsummer auditions?), and I had; I was one (we're doubling parts, which is especially confusing in this play, but maybe we can make it work) Dromio of Syracusa. The other one isn't very good, but I'm playing opposite an Antipholus of Syracusa who is quite tolerable (he reminds me slightly of Afri, actually, his name is Jorge), and the Adrianas and Lucianas are all good.
Day before yesterday, I went to Writing and nobody was there except Jorge (he hasn't had a class I yet; he was supposed to be in mine but had only just gotten sorted out by the people, and then they weren't there. Poor guy) because I had spaced that we were supposed to go back to Market Square. I didn't miss much; they were learning how to get inspiration from the world by following people around and copying down their conversations. We did stuff with it the next day (yesterday), but it was making a rap song out of the music of the streets (I wasn't thrilled), and I could do it in my group without my own little conversation snippets, so I was okay.
Thus the days have gone, Creative Writing lunch Egyptology rehearsal. Except for Thursday, when we went back to London and did the British Museum, where I got a picture of the Rosetta Stone and a bunch of cool Syrian stuff (David will like it). We also got a chance to go back to the V&A, and saw a lot more Hindu art, and got pictures of it. We went a little ways further down the Islamic hall, but didn't get very excited about it. Africa downstairs wasn't very exciting, either, except for the stuff they copied from the Europeans (chainmail!).
Today, however, was especially fun. In Writing (oh yeah, the secaond day we had us describe ourselves evolutionally, and I'll post it someday because I like it; about three pages) today we sat in a circle and passed papers around to continue writing from the last line (couldn't look at anything before it). They turned out pretty funny, and amazingly sometimes sensible. Lunch was good, because I had the last half of a steak (we'd gone to Sainsbury's and grocery-shopped, did again today cause we have a refrigerator and teapot and stove! envy of our college, but we're keeping it quiet) though the plate exploded. Then the Egyptology lecture was on Architecture. Ah, yes. I love that. And then in rehearsal I got to carry Jorge around on the director's whim, as a dramatic exit when he's scared of the devil in the courtesan (read the play).
And then I had dinner (it's at the same place every day, called the Grad Pad; we get tickets for 6.50 worth of food and eat it there or get boxes full of really good meat salads to take away) with Susan. And then I went to Sainsbury's with her and got enough food for lunch for the rest of our time here. And then I came here, and she's calling her parents at the payphone.
Oh, did I mention I've got all the rest of the paperbacks for Gail? And a book Susan lent me that I decided I needed, called Good Omens, but Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Ha.
I'm sorry the links don't work, but they're the real addresses. I'll fix them when I get time. I'm not uploading more now at the moment, because I have plenty of room and no time, but I'll get them off someday. We're going to London again tomorrow.
Been fun.
Monday was the first day of classes, but I'd been surviving on sunflower seeds for breakfast forever (they had no real food, just cereal and bread and fruit) and so during breakfast I ate some from the newly discovered little kitchen thing. They promptly told me I wasn't allowed, though I'd found it by asking another who had some; our deputy director Sophia arranged me some food from across the street, so that's where I eat now.
Then, we went to the Queens' Backs, the back of Queens college, for a meet to figure out where and what classes people were going to. It was terribly organized, and they couldn't tell which teacher I had for Creative Writing, so we tramped around in a group (there were four of us and the director-guy) looking through the classes to see if they had us on the rosters. I was in the last one we came to, which was the farthest away, and we had gone in a huge circle. I think I walked about 6 miles that day. However, I only got to class about half an hour late, because we started walking quite early. That day in class we introduced ourselves and did some spontanouse writing; a person would call out a random word, and we'd write what came to mind about that word, and she'd pick another person to call out a word, and we'd write about that one, and so on until we stopped. It was quite fun, and I read mine aloud at the end when she suggested, and several people still remember my reference to elastic (the word) as the 'salvation of trousers'. The teacher is an artist, so she's really more into the Creative aspect than the Writing side, but it's still fun and I'm learning.
Then, it was lunch. However, I'd left my jacket with all my cards and camera at Westminster (after having walked all the way back to the Backs), and found a deputy to lead me back to find it, but as we were walking in the gate, she called the other deputy on a cell and found it had been taken back to the middle of town. Thus, muscles hurt still (I still walk there every day, but that day started it) in my shins (?? I thought they were bones!) which I did not know I had. I didn't eat lunch on Monday, but it was all right, because my second class was Egyptology. Our teacher gave us a crash course the first day, a basic overview of what it's all about, in a nice warm room with lots of interesting slides on the overhead. And then, I went to see if I'd got cast in comedy of Errors (did I tell you, I was dropped at first cut in the Midsummer auditions?), and I had; I was one (we're doubling parts, which is especially confusing in this play, but maybe we can make it work) Dromio of Syracusa. The other one isn't very good, but I'm playing opposite an Antipholus of Syracusa who is quite tolerable (he reminds me slightly of Afri, actually, his name is Jorge), and the Adrianas and Lucianas are all good.
Day before yesterday, I went to Writing and nobody was there except Jorge (he hasn't had a class I yet; he was supposed to be in mine but had only just gotten sorted out by the people, and then they weren't there. Poor guy) because I had spaced that we were supposed to go back to Market Square. I didn't miss much; they were learning how to get inspiration from the world by following people around and copying down their conversations. We did stuff with it the next day (yesterday), but it was making a rap song out of the music of the streets (I wasn't thrilled), and I could do it in my group without my own little conversation snippets, so I was okay.
Thus the days have gone, Creative Writing lunch Egyptology rehearsal. Except for Thursday, when we went back to London and did the British Museum, where I got a picture of the Rosetta Stone and a bunch of cool Syrian stuff (David will like it). We also got a chance to go back to the V&A, and saw a lot more Hindu art, and got pictures of it. We went a little ways further down the Islamic hall, but didn't get very excited about it. Africa downstairs wasn't very exciting, either, except for the stuff they copied from the Europeans (chainmail!).
Today, however, was especially fun. In Writing (oh yeah, the secaond day we had us describe ourselves evolutionally, and I'll post it someday because I like it; about three pages) today we sat in a circle and passed papers around to continue writing from the last line (couldn't look at anything before it). They turned out pretty funny, and amazingly sometimes sensible. Lunch was good, because I had the last half of a steak (we'd gone to Sainsbury's and grocery-shopped, did again today cause we have a refrigerator and teapot and stove! envy of our college, but we're keeping it quiet) though the plate exploded. Then the Egyptology lecture was on Architecture. Ah, yes. I love that. And then in rehearsal I got to carry Jorge around on the director's whim, as a dramatic exit when he's scared of the devil in the courtesan (read the play).
And then I had dinner (it's at the same place every day, called the Grad Pad; we get tickets for 6.50 worth of food and eat it there or get boxes full of really good meat salads to take away) with Susan. And then I went to Sainsbury's with her and got enough food for lunch for the rest of our time here. And then I came here, and she's calling her parents at the payphone.
Oh, did I mention I've got all the rest of the paperbacks for Gail? And a book Susan lent me that I decided I needed, called Good Omens, but Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Ha.
I'm sorry the links don't work, but they're the real addresses. I'll fix them when I get time. I'm not uploading more now at the moment, because I have plenty of room and no time, but I'll get them off someday. We're going to London again tomorrow.
Been fun.