Trials and Tribulations (And Gneil FTW)
May. 24th, 2006 08:59 pmI woke up at six thirty on Tuesday morning to practice for my Drama exam with Poppy. This proved to be a fortuitous move, as about half-way to school I fell out of my seat on the bus with the sudden realisation that we were supposed to do an essay as well as the performance. Well... shit!
So instead of practicing I spent forty minutes quickly mocking up some sort of heavily summarised essay which barely added up to over a page. The best I can say is I'm not getting zero. On the bright side, it's only a third of the examination mark, which itself is thirty percent of the final mark. I love drama so much. Also, I got to keep my jeans on instead of blacks. I came to school in jeans (and a trenchcoat) with my skirt in my bag because it was SIX IN THE MORNING AND FUCKING FREEZING and I was going to be coming home AFTER DARK AND FUCKING FREEZING (more on that later). What's a uniform note or two weighed against frostbite?
The performance went well - we had to teach the class a thirty-minute lesson on our choice out of four famous theatre dudes. We did Dario Fo, and man, this guy is so awesome. He did political satire in the fifties and sixties (well, and onwards, he's still alive), but not just any old political satire like The Chaser - he did political satire against Benito Mussolini, the guy who basically invented Fascism. I read Can't Pay? Won't Pay! and I loved it - the dialogue is snappy and "Who's on First?" style, and the situations are just hilarious. Highly reccommended, and I think we got a good mark for the actual lesson, too.
Then I spent an hour or two going over English with Zoe before our oral. Which was good because we hadn't actually done anything prior to that. I managed to get Zoe going "I have to read Sandman now"1 and the actual exam went well. The teachers were really nice (and one of them also mentioned that she ought to start reading graphic novels...)2 and while we didn't get the best question neither did we get the worst.
I stayed at school afterwards before going to the Neil Gaiman talk for Sydney writers Festival, ( cut for length )
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1Yess! Another convert!
2I for one welcome our new fantasy author overlords.3
3WTF, footnotes? YA RLY.
4Well, Epping. Whatever.
5I asked many people for directions to the English department - they all went "Huh?" except for one guy, who was rapping on a bench - he went "I dunno" and then started rapping about people coming up and asking him where the English department was, yo. I guess it's not such a literary university?
6My excuse was... well, look, when was I supposed to have been to a University near EPPING before?
7Something we have in common.
8I wish I had a Mal icon.
So instead of practicing I spent forty minutes quickly mocking up some sort of heavily summarised essay which barely added up to over a page. The best I can say is I'm not getting zero. On the bright side, it's only a third of the examination mark, which itself is thirty percent of the final mark. I love drama so much. Also, I got to keep my jeans on instead of blacks. I came to school in jeans (and a trenchcoat) with my skirt in my bag because it was SIX IN THE MORNING AND FUCKING FREEZING and I was going to be coming home AFTER DARK AND FUCKING FREEZING (more on that later). What's a uniform note or two weighed against frostbite?
The performance went well - we had to teach the class a thirty-minute lesson on our choice out of four famous theatre dudes. We did Dario Fo, and man, this guy is so awesome. He did political satire in the fifties and sixties (well, and onwards, he's still alive), but not just any old political satire like The Chaser - he did political satire against Benito Mussolini, the guy who basically invented Fascism. I read Can't Pay? Won't Pay! and I loved it - the dialogue is snappy and "Who's on First?" style, and the situations are just hilarious. Highly reccommended, and I think we got a good mark for the actual lesson, too.
Then I spent an hour or two going over English with Zoe before our oral. Which was good because we hadn't actually done anything prior to that. I managed to get Zoe going "I have to read Sandman now"1 and the actual exam went well. The teachers were really nice (and one of them also mentioned that she ought to start reading graphic novels...)2 and while we didn't get the best question neither did we get the worst.
I stayed at school afterwards before going to the Neil Gaiman talk for Sydney writers Festival, ( cut for length )
__________________________________
1Yess! Another convert!
2I for one welcome our new fantasy author overlords.3
3WTF, footnotes? YA RLY.
4Well, Epping. Whatever.
5I asked many people for directions to the English department - they all went "Huh?" except for one guy, who was rapping on a bench - he went "I dunno" and then started rapping about people coming up and asking him where the English department was, yo. I guess it's not such a literary university?
6My excuse was... well, look, when was I supposed to have been to a University near EPPING before?
7Something we have in common.
8I wish I had a Mal icon.
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