Pigeons

Monday night I was going to scribble about how the first week of a term is always really long and all nights too short, but the morning came with a pigeon:

Monday morning we walked into studio four in Clifftown theatre (where half our classes take place), but instead of the voice teacher greeting us, there were several globs of spit on the ground. Or at the very least what we thought was spit – of the more disgusting variety with white stuff in it. Ten minutes later revealed it was in fact something quite different when a pigeon noisily took flight between the rafters in the ceiling. 

We spent five minutes watching the terrified bird fly about, settle, and take off again, crashing into one of the skylight windows twice before the teacher eventually arrived. Tom and Luke worked together to set up a big ladder and open one of the windows, and we moved on to studio three.

What eventually happened to the pigeon is anyone’s guess, but reliable sources tell me the security guards spent a good half hour staring at the open skylight window with no apparent clue of how to close it, and that by Monday night there was no pigeon. 

Just My Luck

Seriously?! 

And just before Christmas too.

Christmas

Came Today

in the post
from my dad.
And old tradition my grandmother
used to keep when I was
smaller. 

The End

Is Getting Nearer...

...Once again. 

You know the end of term is coming when it feels as though Friday comes right after Monday, yet you’re ten times more exhausted when the weekend comes than back when the weeks actually felt a week long.

And of course, our assessments are all gather in the same week. Since the last two weeks of this term are our priority weeks, that means next week is assessment week. There is one assessment on every day of next week, and on some of the days there are two assessments. Assessments are our exams, the marks we get on our assessments are what we have to show for our education at the end of these three years. So yeah, fair enough, our “exams” might not last a full day, but they might as well have; they are equally exhausting.

However, the most frustrating part is that they are technically actually fun (or could be, if you didn’t know so much depended on them), and you really want to do your best because of that. But since there is so many different things, it feels as though there’s simple not enough of you to give 100% on all of it.