We finally commenced building of the set which makes me extremely happy! I purchased the lumber and adult ministry youth guides came and measured and began the cutting. Also Mr. O’Grady from the history department/chaperon in London/fellow new teacher and American (they’re aren’t very many American teachers here) is helping too. So all is well in the neighborhood.
All of a sudden the weather has turned cold! Burrrrr! I had to buy some sweaters today. Purchasing clothes; I do like that though. Mo is now baking cookies for a bake sale tomorrow. Mo also gave his bagel money today to charity. What a lovely boy. Speaking of lovely, the ministry group that is helping me with the play just does voluteer work for a living. The one girl who is my stage manager has a degree in theatre and she is a youth minister and gets to work in theatre doing good deeds. I love it, good deed doing for a living! And in theatre! They are all Americans too.
My rehearsals are now down to needing scenery, costumes and lighting. Tomorrow is our first as-semblance of a costume parade. I hope everyone has at least something! The posters and tickets are made, the program is almost done, in two days Sam will be here, then Gregg, my friend who does art work for Johnny Depp (he designed my set). Soon when the play is over I will have so much spare time I won’t know what to do with myself except for exploring Europe and learning more about theatre. I LOVE LEARNING MORE ABOUT THEATRE! you probably didn’t know that.
Oh one last thing. For all those who know how I teach the emotion “disgusted” (think back on it) here’s a new emotional recall for you…I was watching Judith’s dogs right, and the dog walker for the afternoons while I am at school was ill, so didn’t take them out on the last day. So I get there thinking I may get a surprise. But Mo and I check around, and nothing. Good deal right? Well when we got ready to go to bed, we went upstairs, and all of a sudden there was this waft of a smell. (I didn’t think to check upstairs as I barricaded the entrance). Well somehow the dogs had gotten in and crapped, not just on the bed Mo and I had been sleeping in, but IN the bed! Had messed up the covers to the sheets! I told the story to my students to illicit the disgusted emotion. That is one real emotional recall!