Thursday, June 12, 2014
Final day of classes. Regent’s Park. Roses. Wafflemeister. Piccadilly Circus. Wine. These are the things that consisted of today, can’t wait until tomorrow — just you wait!
Where it was the final Shakespeare class, Tim quoted the final speech of Shakespeare’s Tempest. Being faced with the reality that we are at the end this final lecture struck such an emotional cord within me that I not only shed a tear, I wept. It has been a while sense I have been this moved and this inspired by class lecture. Even Tim choked up a bit, but maintained composure.
I don’t think people understand how emotionally charged this experience is. I know it is more expected of us, the students, but it has to be for the director of the program as well. Tim is a great professor and leader for many reasons. However, with what he did for me today, there are not enough words of gratitude.
He reminded me of one extremely important thing: I am an artist. How has it been possible for me to loose sight of this fact — not just assumption — but fact. I live and breath to create. I am here to tell my story, I am alive for this reason. I can, and I will. It draws to the questions of: How will these past few weeks inspire me? What will I create after being overflowing with culture? Who can I inspire in return?
For contemporary drama my presentation went very well. The theme I spoke about was loss and how it related to the plays we have seen in our time here. I picked to talk about The Testament of Mary in particular.
The text of the play, the production, was overflowing with the theme of loss and had so many ways they chose to represent it and actually create it. Creating loss, visually and verbally, while maintaining creative energy. It was a great play, so presenting and talking about it was nearly effortless.
After class others took a nap while I caught up on random things I needed to get done. I’d fallen pretty far behind with all the events of the past couple days and trying to get better I let certain things slip through the cracks. I missed the study session for the final, but I’ll get notes from someone, no one seems worried. I am.
In the evening a group of us went to Regent’s Park. This was the final of the Royal Parks that we needed to visit to be able to say we had visited all five (St. James, Green, Kensington Gardens, Hyde, Regent’s). The rose gardens were gorgeous! It was definitely a highlight of my day.
On the way back to the flat we made a stop at Wafflemeister. The absolute deliciousness that is a freshly made waffle with a scoop of gelato drizzled with chocolate, oh my oh my! The term “animal style” has been given for not using a fork and knife, and lets just say I am one hell of an animal. The last gooey bite still remains my favorite part, melted ice-cream soaked waffle.
At the flat I made dinner (dessert was first tonight, I don’t mind), plus found some forgotten food items. Only one day left and I have two pizzas, a head of lettuce, a bangers and mash meal, an entire package of lunch meat, plus half a box of cereal. With being out so much I total spaced having food. It happens, well, it happened.
It was a flatmate’s last night in London so I decided we would go on an adventure to Piccadilly Circus. Stephanie and I have had a lot of fun moments on this trip and I wasn’t about to let her last night in London go down without some excitement.
Piccadilly Circus was busy, of course, but a lot of fun to see again at night. We went to the pub and made it just in time to have a pint. It was a good time to reflect on the trip as a whole. I’m so glad we made this little trip for her last night, it’s hard to realize mine is tomorrow.
Where it was the final Shakespeare class, Tim quoted the final speech of Shakespeare’s Tempest. Being faced with the reality that we are at the end this final lecture struck such an emotional cord within me that I not only shed a tear, I wept. It has been a while sense I have been this moved and this inspired by class lecture. Even Tim choked up a bit, but maintained composure.
I don’t think people understand how emotionally charged this experience is. I know it is more expected of us, the students, but it has to be for the director of the program as well. Tim is a great professor and leader for many reasons. However, with what he did for me today, there are not enough words of gratitude.
He reminded me of one extremely important thing: I am an artist. How has it been possible for me to loose sight of this fact — not just assumption — but fact. I live and breath to create. I am here to tell my story, I am alive for this reason. I can, and I will. It draws to the questions of: How will these past few weeks inspire me? What will I create after being overflowing with culture? Who can I inspire in return?
For contemporary drama my presentation went very well. The theme I spoke about was loss and how it related to the plays we have seen in our time here. I picked to talk about The Testament of Mary in particular.
The text of the play, the production, was overflowing with the theme of loss and had so many ways they chose to represent it and actually create it. Creating loss, visually and verbally, while maintaining creative energy. It was a great play, so presenting and talking about it was nearly effortless.
After class others took a nap while I caught up on random things I needed to get done. I’d fallen pretty far behind with all the events of the past couple days and trying to get better I let certain things slip through the cracks. I missed the study session for the final, but I’ll get notes from someone, no one seems worried. I am.
In the evening a group of us went to Regent’s Park. This was the final of the Royal Parks that we needed to visit to be able to say we had visited all five (St. James, Green, Kensington Gardens, Hyde, Regent’s). The rose gardens were gorgeous! It was definitely a highlight of my day.
On the way back to the flat we made a stop at Wafflemeister. The absolute deliciousness that is a freshly made waffle with a scoop of gelato drizzled with chocolate, oh my oh my! The term “animal style” has been given for not using a fork and knife, and lets just say I am one hell of an animal. The last gooey bite still remains my favorite part, melted ice-cream soaked waffle.
At the flat I made dinner (dessert was first tonight, I don’t mind), plus found some forgotten food items. Only one day left and I have two pizzas, a head of lettuce, a bangers and mash meal, an entire package of lunch meat, plus half a box of cereal. With being out so much I total spaced having food. It happens, well, it happened.
It was a flatmate’s last night in London so I decided we would go on an adventure to Piccadilly Circus. Stephanie and I have had a lot of fun moments on this trip and I wasn’t about to let her last night in London go down without some excitement.
Piccadilly Circus was busy, of course, but a lot of fun to see again at night. We went to the pub and made it just in time to have a pint. It was a good time to reflect on the trip as a whole. I’m so glad we made this little trip for her last night, it’s hard to realize mine is tomorrow.