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Hmmm . . . I better keep this short since lunch is almost over. I am currently in Sitka (in fact most of my Friends list is here as well), and though I am not having as marvelous a time as I had hoped it's still fairly fun. Tonights the dance so that should (hopefully) add to the fun scale. My classes are cool but I can't seem to get into clown and I'm getting frustrated with my director in Play Prod. Question - if you're a playwrite would you take great offense at the actors paraphrasing your words or does that not matter as much as the point? The director is the playwrite so . . .
Other than that this first week has been kinda slow. We finished the last of Firefly last night (a good but very short lived series by Joss Whedon) a stellar moment for us all since the timing was beautiful, the couselor knocked just as the credits rolled.
Writing has been going fairly well, we had an honest but utterly depressing coversation about death and the Holocaust the other day, I am incredibly lucky, no one I've been close to - not even second hand like my grandparents through my parents - have died. In the past few years my last Grandfather dies, one of the grandmothers, one of my aunts and I didn't even go to the funerals, no one in my family even really cried for them. I never knew them, and my parents have been seperated from their families for over twenty years. But still, I saw the pain of seperation on the faces of the girls in my class and I could only just barley bring myself to image what they felt - still feel in somecases.
Now I've gotta go to class. Later and much love ~J