Today I took my last final here in London which means that my academic semester is pretty much over! I hesitate to say completely because there is a staged reading of our Playwriting text on Friday that we were responsible for creating, casting, and performing for the entire program before our final lunch together as a group. To be honest, I am not too worried. The actually writing portion of the class is over and now I feel 100% free. I do wish that I hadn’t committed myself to a read-through this evening because I am ready to go out and DANCE! Hooray, Walkabout! (Side note: when I was waiting for Steve at the Temple stop yesterday—he’s always late so we’re constantly waiting for him—I was up on top of Walkabout admiring the beautiful view of Westminster. It’s such a quaint little place.
So, yeah, I hope that I can have enough energy to get through a read-through, play catch up afterward, and then head out for another fantastic evening of fun in this beautiful, wonderful city. There are only so many more times I can do that now, you know?!
Here’s what’s more heavy on my mind right now, even more so than the fact that I am leaving London very, very soon. I cannot stop thinking about how I only have five classes left in my undergraduate education. I have a January Term and one semester left until I will have a cap on my head and a degree in my hand. A bachelor’s degree, nonetheless! But then what happens? I wish I knew. I really wish there were some magic button that I could push and everything that is destined for me would flash before my eyes and the next step would just illuminate beneath my feet. Alas, only in fairy tales and fantasy novels does that every happen. The more I think about it, though, my life is pretty much a fantasy—great friends, great family, amazing stories—and it just seems all the more plausible that somehow I might just find my way.
You may or may not remember one of my first posts that very casually went through 6 of the first people that I met here in London through my program. While they have stayed very close to me throughout this whole experience, it should come as no surprise that others have also found their way into my life. I mean, I am REALLY awesome. And so are Kelly Murphy and Ben Hertel. Here are some mini-bios from my perspective.
Kelly Murphy is my long lost sister. I forget who suggested that Kelly and I looked as if we could be siblings, but it has remained a running joke between us over the course of the semester. What is not a joke is that Kelly and I are going toucan scouting in the rainforest next summer: Rainforest Excursion 2011! Kelly was born and raised in Jersey which is just another one of the reasons on a now lengthy list to visit the East Coast. She goes to Bucknell University which is on the Susquehanna River—I think—and she is involved in Greek Life there. Here in London, she is referred to as CPG, or Classic Popular Girl because other than Brandy (everyone’s favorite) she is the most popular girl in the program. Today, Izzy made a delightful pun when we walked in on Kelly napping at the center. “CPG! More like SleePG!”
Ben Hertel looks like Miles Duffy. For those of you who are unaware of Miles Duffy, he was a former speech competitor of mine that was awfully talented. Anyway, when I first met Ben, I actually thought he was Miles and was like, “WTF? HOW CRAZY IS THAT!?” Then it turned out that it wasn’t actually Miles—oddly, Ben worked with Miles all summer. Weird, right? Anyway, Ben is hilarious. Like, real funny. His bones are made from putty and his face is perfectly expressive. Also, we’re both in love with extended hypothetical situations. They’re the best, brotha!Tomorrow: A note on Rachel DeFoe!
A note to everyone: I love you. I miss you or I will be missing you soon.
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