So I had my class with Wendy Macleod, my professor leading the trip who's a playwright and all and stuff and whose program gives me money to tool around England and see plays. Two things:
First we were reading "Rhinoceros" which we were going to see, and I was asked to read a part. Great! I love reading! So I was reading this part and I got really into telling this girl off towards the end of one of the selected sections. To the point where I added, "bitch" on to the last line under my breath.
Sadly, due to timing issues, that "bitch" came right after Wendy asked us to pause reading, so the chronology was:
Scenescenescene-
Wendy: "Okay let's stop there-"
Me (still in the scene, ad libbing): Bitch.
And it was awkward, cause I not only like Wendy a lot but her family too. They're nice people and they buy us all food.
After class, we figured out the logistics of going into London this weekend to see Rhinoceros and Cloud 9 and The Country Wife. We had just finished, and I had a big Cadbury chocolate bar, and I was offering it around. I had one piece left, and I offered it to Wendy, who was happy to accept. It was cool, I like having good relations with my professors! Yay! Maybe the ad lib mix up was gloss-overable!
Her piece was smaller though, cause this was a chocolate bar with nuts in it, so you try to break it down the lines but the nuts throw everything off. And so I was like, "it's okay, your chocolate has TWO nuts in it."
And then I turned around and left. Cause I was 0 for 2. Figured I should get out before I accidentally broke the TV or something.
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If you want to get back in good graces with Wendy, you should tell her how great her article on Kenyon haunting was in the Kenyon alumni bulletin. And then she'll ask how you know about it, since you're not an alum, and you can say I told you. And then we'll both be in good graces!
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