Actual timetable of today was significantly different, due to an I-might-not-graduate freakout. However I pulled through and redrafted and convinced my advisor not to fail me and now I can get back to the matter at hand: SAPPY. (or should I say Soppy?) (or should I say thinly veiled excuse just to be in Sackville?)
We were lame and abandoned halfway through Eric's Trip. But walking back to residence with friends in Sackville rain feels about as awesome as any rock show.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tomorrow's timetable
Sometime between 8:30-9:30 - wake up, attempt to hash out lesson plan for day while half-awake
10:00 - attempt to do run-through with children, grow frustrated with their incompetence.
11:15 - give up on run-throughs, epic game of turtle tag
1:15 - Henry IV, presented by the intermediate class, performs for the parents. The children dress up funny, say words they do not entirely understand, clang swords together, and look cute. The parents clap.
2:00 - FREEDOM GOD LORD FREEDOM.
2:15 - Pack up, clean up, dance around house in excitement. Leave for bus station obscenely early, as the travelling Sloopies always do (what if I get waylaid by roaming youths?!?! I must factor that in!)
4:00 - leave on bus to Saint John, then Moncton. Attempt to MRP on bus.
8:00 - arrive in Moncton (god willing on time). Become overwhelmed by nostalgia brought on by Moncton bus station. Nevermind that the majority of my memories of the Moncton bus station involve sitting around for hours bored reading MacLeans.
8:15 - get on bus to Sackville (god willing on time). Ride wave of nostalgia all the way there. Mist up repeatedly.
9:00 - Arrival in Sackville (god willing on time). The trek with luggage to Campbell, combined with overwhelming anxiety to get to mainstage as fast as possible, will leave me sweaty and vibrating with excitement. Literally. Shaking. Vibrating.
9:45 - arrive at mainstage, still vibrating. Can I pick up my will-call tickets there? Nobody knows!
10:00 - in the mainstage engaging in joyful reunions and dancing. Alternately, skulking sadly outside mainstage having been unable to pick up will-call tickets, hoping to find friendly faces outside.
OH MY GOD SACKVILLE. I HAVE MISSED YOU SO.
10:00 - attempt to do run-through with children, grow frustrated with their incompetence.
11:15 - give up on run-throughs, epic game of turtle tag
1:15 - Henry IV, presented by the intermediate class, performs for the parents. The children dress up funny, say words they do not entirely understand, clang swords together, and look cute. The parents clap.
2:00 - FREEDOM GOD LORD FREEDOM.
2:15 - Pack up, clean up, dance around house in excitement. Leave for bus station obscenely early, as the travelling Sloopies always do (what if I get waylaid by roaming youths?!?! I must factor that in!)
4:00 - leave on bus to Saint John, then Moncton. Attempt to MRP on bus.
8:00 - arrive in Moncton (god willing on time). Become overwhelmed by nostalgia brought on by Moncton bus station. Nevermind that the majority of my memories of the Moncton bus station involve sitting around for hours bored reading MacLeans.
8:15 - get on bus to Sackville (god willing on time). Ride wave of nostalgia all the way there. Mist up repeatedly.
9:00 - Arrival in Sackville (god willing on time). The trek with luggage to Campbell, combined with overwhelming anxiety to get to mainstage as fast as possible, will leave me sweaty and vibrating with excitement. Literally. Shaking. Vibrating.
9:45 - arrive at mainstage, still vibrating. Can I pick up my will-call tickets there? Nobody knows!
10:00 - in the mainstage engaging in joyful reunions and dancing. Alternately, skulking sadly outside mainstage having been unable to pick up will-call tickets, hoping to find friendly faces outside.
OH MY GOD SACKVILLE. I HAVE MISSED YOU SO.
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