I've prided myself on being pretty consistent about my once-a-week responsibilities to this public journal of my life, but I'm going to go ahead a cut myself some slack for my recent negligence. The last 2 weeks have been nothing less than the most overwhelmingly amazing and exhaustingly wonderful of my life.
The excitement started 2 Mondays ago, when I, very skillfully, found free tickets to see "Hay Fever" by Noel Coward. In my excitement, I neglected (a theme of my last few weeks) to notice that the theater was located in Kingston, a 40 minute tube+20 minute bus ride away. Did we let that stop us? Never. We hurried there after school and made it in plenty of time to see the show, which, while not amazing, didn't cost us a penny - so it was pretty darn good. We even got out in enough time to cross the street to Wagamamas and have a delicious 10pm dinner - very European of us, if I might say so myself. Classes went along as usual Tuesday and Wendesday, and then it was time to start my jet-setting adventure back to the US to celebrate the Bat Mitzvah of my beautiful baby sister, who, as far as I'm concerned, will never be older than 8 years old.
There had been so much anticipation leading up to this weekend, starting over a year ago when we realized that the Bat Mitzvah would coinside beautifully with my semester across-the-ocean. All of my hesitations, fears and jokes that I wouldn't be attending ended up being totally moot when the time came to be home and celebrate - and it was quite the celebration. Rather than go on in boring detail about the festivities of the weekend, I'll just say that there would be no better reason to do the 7 hour flight (with a broken video set...) than to surround myself with my wonderful friends and family and beam over how grown-up my little 8 year old really is. Mazel Tov again, Mira T - you really blew me away.
ANYWAY... I got back into Heathrow at 630 am with just enough time to tube back to my dorm, drop off my bags and get back on the tube to make my 10 am class. My body was less than thrilled with me that day, and while fighting back fits of narcolepsy during classes, I managed to not only survive, but get my grocery shopping and laundry done too! This week was also tough because we had the end of our Jacobean unit presentations of Friday, where my group performed The Changeling and got to see what the other class had been up to with their production of Tis Pity She's A Whore. While the shows both came together in the end, and it was great to finally see the other class' work, it was definitely a trying experience for me. As a wise woman said to me "learn from your experience" and "Move on - it's what you do, it's something to learn from." She's a pretty smart lady and, in this case, she was very right. Theatre doesn't click for every person every time, but it most certainly always teaches you something new, and I'm okay with that.
This weekend has also been quite lovely with my friend Laura coming in from Amsterdam to visit and finally making my way to the Victoria & Albert museum with her. We also got to celebrate Halloween a bit early leaving me with Sunday to readjust, recenter and refocus for the next chapter of my LAMDA career. We're moving onto Shakespearean comedies tomorrow and, wouldn't you know it, my class is doing Much Ado About Nothing, a play I hold quite near and dear to my heart already. Now it's time to gear up for something new and keep the momentum up... we're all a bit tired and a bit over-worked, but I can't wait to see what happens this time, an experience I've named "Much Ado: Part Two" I'll keep you posted!
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