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October 30, 2006
What Else Can You Call It But a Gift...
... when you honor a group of people who have just shared stories of their vulnerability by offering up your deepest, darkest secret and discover amongst the fifteen of them someone else who shares it too?
Turns out it was so much easier to tell her that she's okay and worthwhile than it is to tell myself.
Posted by sally at 10:43 PM
Will I Ever Again Know Sleep?
I have two "days off" now, before our pickup rehearsal on Wednesday night. That's in quotes because I'll be spending them doing the things I haven't had time to catch up on, including but not limited to all of the grading that I haven't done in two weeks.
Then there are the acting classes. Not only am I supposed to be auditing one of the classes, but they're getting into monologues now, and both instructors (there are 3 total) have asked me to come in and help with that work. So they can be sure to get through all of the students. Because I love this shit, and because I love the students, I've agreed to help. Which means that my Monday morning "off" has turned into 9:30-12:30 Beginning Acting classes followed by 1-3 Office Hours, followed by 3-4:30 Beginning Acting class, followed by 4:30-5:30 TA meeting (led by me*).
That's the schedule for my "light" day. Tomorrow I have four classes of persuasive speeches, so I'll hear roughly 28 speeches on why I should _____. And that's after I shadow the Sex & Culture 9:30 class. Which means that tomorrow evening will be spent grading speeches, while this evening will be spent grading all the other stuff. Also cleaning my office to be ready for NaNoWriMo to begin at 12:01am November 1st. (Though I don't think I'll start writing then, as I have office hours at 9:30 the next morning.)
Then on Wednesday we have a pick-up rehearsal and we're off to the races again. At least I still have Friday off all day so I can clean the house for my parents' arrival. Funny note: on Friday night, many of the actors were comparing notes about the activities of our "day off".
"I'm dreaming about going grocery shopping," said one woman. "We have no food in the house."
"I scrubbed the bathtub," I said. "it was gorgeous."
"I vacuumed my living room," said another, "It was heaven."
Yeah, we've got wierd priorities. But when you've spent the majority of your week in a dark theatre, doing all the stuff you love to do, it's nice to come home to full cupboards, a clean bathtub and a living room rug you can trust to bare feet.
*I should probably put together an agenda.
Posted by sally at 08:17 AM | Comments (2)
October 27, 2006
This Is My 500th Post
And for something so momentous, I feel I must have a momentous topic. Thank goodness my friend Desiree came to the rescue.
She's currently struggling with many of the issues I've faced on and off over the course of my life. And because I have this tendency to mother the people I care about--and because I know everything--I wrote an insanely long comment to her post about feeling stuck.
I realized after I'd hit publish that it should not have been a comment because it's roughly six pages long, and that it's exactly the sort of stuff a 500th post should address, so here is my response in its bossy, long-winded completeness.
You remind me so much of me at the same age. (Which makes me sound like either an old, old lady or your mom.) It really wasn't that long ago. For instance, I found myself asking the some of same questions this summer. But things really have changed.
When I was 17, I was in a church youth group meeting and we were discussing goals. We had to complete the sentences, "In 5 years I will be...", "In 10 years I will be...", "In 25 years I will be..."
That last one stumped me. I had no idea what I would be doing in 25 years. And so I wrote, "In 25 years, I will be 42." Because it was the one thing I knew for certain.
I got in trouble for it because the leadership thought I was being facetious, when I was doing my best to answer the question honestly. And really, 2 1/2 years from now, when those 25 years are up, that's the one thing that will be anywhere close to my expectations. Because this was not the life I thought I'd have. It's better than I'd dreamed, but it's not at all what I expected.
I also remember being 25 and asking the same questions you're asking now, wondering the same things. I was paying my bills and meeting all of my obligations, but I had a dead end job and no idea how to advance any further. And I wasn't happy. I saw classmates and friends swimming along in their lives and I was stuck. S.T.U.C.K.
I was trying just now to figure out what happened, how I got to the place I am now, specifically, the first step along the way. (Warning: this is the part where I get all woo-woo, so if that kind of thing makes you uncomfortable, delete this post now.)
Here's what changed. I finally just gave up trying to do it on my own. I asked the universe for a sign. I'm lost, I said. I'm tired and I'm confused. I don't know where to go or what to do. Show me the way.
And the universe did. It was all little signs, things I had to be paying attention to spot. But together they all added up to one great, big thing. Go be an actor, whispered the universe.
From the song "Wish You Were Here" always coming on when I turned on the car radio (at the line about a walk-on part in the war vs. a lead role in a cage) to running across the Anais Nin quote, "And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom" to being asked to run lights at the community theatre and thinking as I watched the performance, "I could do that better." All of these little signs that added up to one big thing.
I started with baby steps. I did some shows with the community theatre. I felt like my work was missing something, so I took some classes at the university.
And then I took some more classes and did some more shows and then I did shows at the university and then my boss said, "You can't keep taking classes. It's interfering with your work." (It wasn't, they just wanted to keep me under control.)
That's when I surprised everybody, myself included. Fine, I said. I guess I'm done working for you, then. Because I'd discovered the source of my happiness and I wasn't about to give it up.
That whole process took about 2 years, by the way. It's not an overnight thing.
So, more advice from the bossy lady in Idaho. Ask for help and then look for the signs. Sometimes they're really subtle. But if you're paying attention, you'll be able to spot them more and more easily.
I bet you just can't wait to see what I come up with for post 1K.
Posted by sally at 03:25 PM | Comments (1)
Pretty Good Show, for a First Preview
We opened last night. All things considered, I think it went well. I have rediscovered, however, the need for a warm-up audience before having a "real" audience.
Last night was the first night for an audience, and it showed in my work. I don't know about the other actors, but I'd been needing an audience since Monday night. I had gone as far as I could with the stuff we were doing and really needed that extra something the audience contributes. Plus, I've been very nervous about this show from the beginning--about my own capabilities and whether they would be enough, not about the other people involved--and all of those insecurities came rushing to the fore once I knew there would be new butts in the seats.
I struggled with that demon all day, trying to remind myself that it is what it is and that I have to let it go. I made sure I wasn't going to have any additional stresses or worries or pressures and timed my afternoon accordingly. For the first time since tech began, I actually had enough time backstage so that they didn't have to hold the curtain for me. I was ready 20 minutes before Go.
I spent ten of those minutes standing backstage praying and trying to relax. I'm not sure it worked. Because when the lights went out and I snuck on and climbed into the bed, my heart started pounding. There I was as the lights came up, "asleep" in bed, with my heart beating so hard I could see the covers moving.
Fortunately, the bed is in half light until things really get going, and all the way upstage, so I'm pretty sure I was the only one who was able to take my pulse by the fluttering of the sheets.
Then Danny came in the door and the fun started.
All in all, it was a decent show. I have it on good authority (Dave) that at least two of the audience members were reduced to wet, quivering messes. They're both married to cast members (me and the guy who plays Happy), so I'm not sure they're unbiased responses. On the other hand, they were both weeping pretty seriously, so that's a good (?) sign.
And when we had notes afterward, I received some really helpful reassurance. I knew the first scene was rough while I was in the middle of it. I had such a hard time slipping into that place of connection that Danny and I discovered early on. I kept trying, but adrenaline and nerves and that awful worry that I'm not good enough for this kept getting in the way. Jere mentioned the clunkiness of that scene and the lack of connection between the two of us, and while I was nodding away like a bobblehead doll because that was exactly the problem, Danny said, "Yeah, I kept second-guessing myself all through that scene."
Oh.
So It wasn't just me.
What a relief to know that. Again, it's so helpful to know that someone who has buckets more experience in this than I do still has problems with those same things. Bless his heart.
This show has been such a healing experience for me. After I graduated, I was pretty sure I didn't want to act again. I was the next best thing to done. The pain of the work was far greater than the joy, and I was tired of putting myself through that. Then I got to work with two lovely people on a directing scene from a play I adore, and I felt like maybe someday I could act again. Right after that, I ended up in Sight Unseen, and though it was by and large an extremely frustrating process, I got to do some exploring in that show that helped me see where I could take the work. So I was gradually sneaking back into acting. Or maybe it was sneaking back into me. But I still only thought about it as maybe keeping my skills up to date in case I wanted to get back into the business for real.
And now here I am, slightly more than a year past graduation, and thanks to this process, the wonderful, healthy, interesting process that has been Death of a Salesman, I find myself wanting to act again. Wanting to go back to being a part-time, kickass secretary so I can spend most of my days and nights doing the thing I love.
Dave said that one of the things that set him off last night was watching me do the thing I love. He said, "I saw you up there, doing what you love to do, and I was so glad. Because it's been a long time since I've seen you do what you love to do."
It's been a long time since I've loved to do it. It's been a long time since it's been anything but pain and hard work. Thanks to Jere and Danny and Scott and Ashley and Kevin and Adam and Uli and Ian and Peter and Matt and John and Kimberly and Tessa and Tiffany and Cheri and John and Justin and Rob and Megan and Kelsey and Mai and Jessica and Mary and all of the people who have made this process so egoless and magical, I've rediscovered the love. Thank you all so very, very much.
I'm ready to act again.
I even found a new monologue last week. It must be a sign.
Posted by sally at 09:40 AM | Comments (1)
October 26, 2006
Death of a Salesman Opens Tonight!!
I'm so glad we're finally going to have an audience. I've felt the need for one for the last several days. We had a great final dress last night.
Okay I'm off to have Sex... and Culture class, that is. (tee hee!)
Posted by sally at 08:39 AM
October 22, 2006
So Much Better
Me and the show. As I knew it would be. We had a really great run tonight and I have cancelled all of my obligations until my 6pm rehearsal call tomorrow.
24 hours of offness. What a lovely, lovely idea.
Posted by sally at 08:35 PM | Comments (2)
Tech Week
I hate this show. I hate this show. I hate this show. I hate this show. I hate this show. I hate this show.
Okay. Not really.
I'm just feeling the after effects of a 13-hour day. Thank GOD today's rehearsal is only 6 hours. And that it doesn't start until noon. And that I don't have anyplace to be tomorrow morning. I knew I'd left my Monday mornings open for a reason. So I can get a good night's sleep the Sunday night of tech, as it turns out.
I wonder if anybody leaves a 13-hour cue-to-cue thrilled and excited to be going back the next day. I can't imagine I'm the only person who rolled out of bed this morning and winced a little.
Actually, I'm very interested to see it all come together as it will over the next couple of days. The lights and sound are amazing, and they work so well with the set. I'm just tired and cranky and wishing I could spend today in bed, is all. The 8+ hours of sleep I've been able to grab the last two nights has been GORGEOUS.
Posted by sally at 10:47 AM
October 20, 2006
Pestilence
That would be me. I am, at this moment, one of the four horsement of the Apocalypse. My throat is scratchy, my nose is generating nuclear yellow glop. My head is killing me and I have that nasty, hot breath you get when you're ill. The stuff that no amount of toothbrushing and mouthwash applying can alleviate. You know, the kind that feels like your teeth have grown fur.
Today is a much lighter day, however. I only have a costume fitting at 12 and a hair color appointment at 2 and a rehearsal at 6. (Oh, how I long for a day when I have absolutely nothing to do. Nowhere to go, no one to meet. I don't need lots of them, just one a week or so. Plus a whole week of them in a row at least twice a year.)
Tomorrow will not be nearly so nice. It's our 10 of 12. Cue-to-cue from 10-5 (with hour lunch break) and then a full tech run at 6. I hadn't realized how very, very sound cue heavy Salesman is until yesterday. Lots of music, lots of recorded cues.
It's not really a heavy day, relatively speaking, but one horrifying circumstance makes it one of the worst techs ever. Not only do I have a nasty cold, but tomorrow is the BSU/UI football game. Here. At the Kibbie Dome. Which is just up the hill from the theatre. All parking has been comandeered for football game purposes. God only knows where I'm going to have to walk from. In the cold. Possibly the rain. With my horrible cold and my tendency toward pneumonia. Maybe I can get Dave to drop me off in the morning and pick me up at the dinner break. It should all be over before we have to go back for the run.
Posted by sally at 09:13 AM | Comments (2)
October 18, 2006
Haven't We Been Here Before?
I am so tired. So very, very tired.
A week and 1/2 of fourteen hour days has not been good to/for me. At least most of the grading is done and I could take this afternoon off. I napped and meditated and had a real lunch, so that's been nice. And caught up on my blogs. (Note to self: Someday, when you have a spare couple of hours, you need to update your blogroll, among other things...)
It's so strange. My life goes from crazy to empty in a day. I knew the shift was coming. I knew I had a big, old deadline (or two), and I was doing my best to meet them. But still, yesterday was all rushrushrush, as was the day before and the day before that, and today was catch up on the things you'd missed and-- nothing. Yes, I have rehearsal tonight. Yes, I'm about to start working lines hard to be fully off book in Act 2, but I have an empty afternoon, and that's lovely, but somehow frightening at the same time.
Not as frightening as it used to be, because I've got teaching work for the forseeable future. I don't have to worry about the big unemployment monster rearing its soul-killing head. And NaNoWriMo begins in a week and 1/2, so I've got stuff to do. Actually, I think my biggest fear right now is that I won't remember how to be still when the time for stillness comes again.
Posted by sally at 02:42 PM
October 17, 2006
Back to Normal?
Speeches are graded (except for those still needing to be made up). Papers, etc. have been returned (except that stack I lost a week ago and then rediscovered on Sunday evening). Midterm grades have been posted, some to loud cheers and some to much wailing and gnashing of teeth. At least I'm an equal opportunity hardass.
The only thing I have to focus on at the moment then (aside from putting together an entirely new lesson plan for Thursday. Oh. And the aforementioned still-to-be-graded stuff) is the show.
So that's nice. Because I'm tired.
Also nice is the knowledge that next spring I will be an actual instructor in the university's CORE program, teaching two sections of Sex and Culture. I'm taking over for an instructor who just ended up being too, too overloaded. I'm very excited about it. War and gender issues, here I come.
Never fear, however. I'm also going to be teaching a section of Comm 101 and supervising the GTA's, just to keep my hand in. But I'm expanding my horizons and also my future hirability. Yay!
First things first, however. Time to get off book for Salesman, which opens a week from Thursday.
Posted by sally at 04:38 PM
October 12, 2006
And We're Back
Home from rehearsal. They never got to my bit. (My teeny eight-line scene in the middle of whirling memories and the heartbreaking episode in the restaurant.) When they began work on the restaurant scene, I realized it'd be a while, so I told the stage manager I'd be in the greenroom. I spent a good hour and 15 working my lines. (Hee! At first I typed "working my loins." Talk about a Freudian slip.) I'm a lot more solid in Act 1 now, and pretty strong in the first two scenes of Act 2. And when we get to it, I've memorized all of my lines in the restaurant scene. (All four of them.)
I suspected, when I looked up and saw that it was 10:10, that they weren't going to get to me. But it was good to get on the lines, and if I'd stayed home, I wouldn't have worked the lines at all. I'd have graded speeches and papers. Also necessary, but not line memorization. So I didn't feel it was time wasted.
But the director himself came into the greenroom to apologize to me and tell me they weren't going to get to me tonight after all. Bless his heart. He could have sent the assistant stage manager and kept working with the actors onstage, but he took the time to come tell me himself. That is the reason I've wanted to work with Jere for so long. Because I could tell he was a good human being. And I'm at the stage in my career where that means more to me than pretty much anything else.
Posted by sally at 10:47 PM | Comments (1)
Watching the Grass Grow
Or the houseplants, since the outdoor growing season is past.
I am sitting here answering email and staring at the fireplace. This past week has been insane. As I told one friend, going to visit Kieran last weekend was the right choice in terms of smart decisions for my lifetime, but not so good in the short term (i.e. this week). Because I have STACKS of grading left to do, and midterm grades are due soon and my schedule isn't clearing out to make room for the paperwork.
(And it's not like I've been avoiding it. On the contrary, I've been taking stuff with me everywhere to grade. Monday, I was sitting in the examining room at the doctor's office, in the cloth gown with the paper blanket over my lap, grading speeches while I waited for the doctor to come in. There's just a lot of it. 105 speeches, to be exact, and I can only grade 6 per hour, tops. You do the math.)
On the contrary. New things keep getting dumped on my pile. The to do list is getting so long that it's almost as tall as me now. And I don't seem to be crossing stuff off. I keep thinking I can, but no. Not yet.
For instance, this morning I was at school at 7:40 for make-up speeches. Seven. Forty. A.M. I answered emails while waiting for students to arrive. Once that was done, I went to my office and graded speeches for two hours. Then I taught two classes. Then I answered emails during my lunch break. Then I taught two classes. Then I had a makeup session with the hair and makeup designer for Salesman. Then I hiked all the way back across campus to my office. A student gave a make-up speech there. Then I graded stuff, organized stuff and sorted stuff. I bundled it all up, hiked all the way back across campus (picking up Dave on the way) to my car. We drove to dinner. It's the first time we've had dinner together in weeks. Then I came home. Answered emails. Wrote a blog entry. Stared at the walls.
At least all of the midterm speeches are graded for two of my classes. Just not the papers. Or the speeches that need to be made up. Can't grade what hasn't been done.
My biggest worry at this point, though, would have to be my lines for Salesman. I've got 2.5 weeks before we open, and no time to work on them. Though that should improve now that David's home. I've hit that point where I need the help of another set of eyes and pipes so I can work on aural cues rather than written ones.
But I should go now. I have to be at rehearsal soon and all I've done is stare at the walls.
Posted by sally at 07:40 PM | Comments (1)
October 09, 2006
The Auntie-Blogger
As opposed to the Anti-Blogger.
I've decided that there's room for a new category in blogs: Auntie-Blogging.
We've all heard of the Mommy-bloggers out there, yes? Well I predict that I will be leading the way on the next big wave. As a DINK (double-income no kids)--though really, I only contribute a portion of the time. We're more like an income and a third. Anyway, as a DINK, I am not so much about the mommying, but I am, as it turns out, all OVER the Auntie-ing.
Who knew?
Who knew that I would be walking through the Arboretum this afternoon, taking pictures to make up for being in Boise and on an airplane during my normal Arboretum Project day and suddenly have the following thought, "The world is a better place now, a place of wonder and possibility, simply because Kieran is in it." As I said, who knew? I thought that sort of thing only happened to mommies.
I am so in love with that child that I want to call his parents RIGHT NOW to find out how everyone is adjusting to being home. How's the dog doing? The cat? The baby? Everybody fine? Can I run down to Boise again this evening to help out?
It's just amazing to me. I knew I'd love any kid of J & J's. That went without saying. I had no clue it would be so profound. I mean, yes it's MY baby in the sense that I am the one and only Auntie. But I thought I'd be a Christmas and Easter Auntie, a send cool presents and visit the kid occasionally Auntie. I didn't expect to be wanting to move in with him just to be able to be a part of his life. As I said: Not my kid.
Thank goodness I get to see him again at Thanksgiving and Christmas. If I can wait that long. Maybe I can get Mom & Dad to bring him when they come up to see Death of a Salesman in 2 1/2 weeks. He'll be old enough to travel by then, right? And his parents won't miss him or anything....
Posted by sally at 03:42 PM | Comments (2)
October 08, 2006
Nephew Pictures!!!
Oh. My. God. He is the most beautiful baby imaginable. I'm desperately in love with this child, and it was hard to tear myself away to come home.
He is so lovely and sweet that I am dangerously on the way to becoming a terrible bore. Though I can't be the most boring person in the world according to my friend Amy because:
Amy says: Congratulations on your new nephewSally says: Thank you!
Sally says: He's so beautiful
Sally says: I'm going to be the most boring person in the world from here on out and speak only of him.
Amy says: Not at all.
Amy says:The most boring person in the world was the guy on the subway who managed to spin a 10-minute tale out of giving someone two fives for a ten. I kid you not.
She's right. Even with the scads of baby pictures below, I am nowhere close to being that boring. Besides, Kieran really is the most beautiful baby in the world. See for yourself.
Kieran Kai Eames
Communing with Auntie Sally
(I told you I am a complete slave to this gorgeous child.)
Doting Mom
(Aren't they lovely together?)
Secrets of the Universe
I asked John whether Kieran was telling him important stuff and he said, "I'm listening to him breathe. He sounds just like Z." Who is their cat.
I don't like that
J & J's friend Brush was holding Kieran at this point. He'd been pretty quiet, but we were trying to wake him up for a feeding, and he did not want to wake up.
The Pout
One thing you need to know about this boy. He has a very pouty lower lip. His parents like to tap on it because it pokes out further when they do that. What follows is Fun with Baby Eames-style.
The Pout
The Pout (closeup)
Mirroring the Pout
Triggering the Pout
When Janene did this, she suddenly started making the kind of noises you make when you do it to your own lip. "Bu be bu bu bo bu bu be be be bi bo." It was hilarious.
John, Sally & Kieran
I was four years old when John was born. From that first moment, he was MY baby. Not anybody else's. Now, history seems to be repeating itself. My baby. MINE.
Posted by sally at 09:39 PM | Comments (4)
October 07, 2006
Baby Name Update
My nephew's name is Kieran. He's so beautiful. I got to hold him this morning. For over an hour.
He's also cranky. And very clear on making his wishes known. When asked which of them this trait came from, his parents pointed at each other.
I have pictures. I'll post them when I get home.
Posted by sally at 12:23 PM | Comments (1)
October 06, 2006
Appearing Here for the First Time (but certainly not the last)
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please give a warm welcome to
Mr. (name as yet to be decided) Eames
Born at 7:25pm MDT, October 6, 2006
Weighing in at 7.82 lbs.
Measuring 20.4 inches
My darling David bought me plane tickets. I'm flying out tomorrow morning to meet my new nephew.
Posted by sally at 05:29 PM | Comments (2)
I Overslept Today
Which is not surprising, given the hours I've been keeping and the schedule I've been maintaining. If I'm going to insist on going to bed after midnight (or 1am) and getting up at 7am and spending my out-of-bed hours running from one activity to the next, there is going to come a day when I pay no attention to the alarm and wake up an hour later, like I did this morning.
Normally, that wouldn't be such a big deal on a Friday. It's my day off. No classes, no office hours, and this week, no rehearsal. I cleaned the house (more or less) yesterday, and did laundry on Tuesday and Wednesday this week, so even that doesn't need doing. But today, I needed to be in DeSmet, which is about 35 miles/50 minutes from Moscow at 10am to work with the kids at the Tribal School.
It's an offshoot of the Native Voices program I was involved with last year. This year, they're separate from the Autrey and they're only working three days with the kids. And today was my only day free, since I teach four classes on Thursday and had stuff going on Wednesday this week. I've tried to maintain some contact and connection with the school because I want those kids to know that they matter to me, and that I am invested in their success.
So when I woke up at 8am and realized that I needed to be at the Tribal School in two hours and that I had to put gas in the car before then (the gas station is on the furthest end of town both from where I live and the highway north), I knew it would take a miracle to get me there on time.
I did my best, but by the time I got on the road, it was 25 til ten and I knew, I knew , I was going to let the kids down and be late, and that just sucks. I hate doing that. I was going to walk in and be an interruption and a delay and that's just not fair. But it was a gorgeous morning, true Idaho fall, finally, with some mist and the leaves really starting to turn and the fields all gold and yellow stubble or black where they'd already been burned. I saw several deer. It was a gorgeous drive.
I got there 15 minutes late, delayed in part by the fact that one of the gates to the parking lot was locked. I assumed it was because there had been trouble or maybe they lock them during the day. Whatever. I went in the parking lot the back way, saw what I thought was the workshop leader's truck and the minivan for the actors. I didn't see the other mentor from Moscow's car, and thought, "Wow. I hope she's not later than I am."
I walked into the school, which seemed strangely dark and quiet, and discovered that kids were out because of the In-service workshops going on in Lewiston. I thought that was kind of cool, the idea of scheduling the workshop over a period of days that wouldn't interfere with their regular schoolwork. Good thinking on someone's part. Only, when I asked about where the group was meeting, none of the staff there knew anything about it. They knew it was supposed to happen, but they hadn't seen any of the leaders. And everyone kept repeating, "There aren't any kids here today."
I called the guy in charge of the workshop. Left a message on his cell phone, asking where I needed to meet them. Then I had a brainstorm, "Check my email." Because I hadn't done that this morning, trying to save time, and someone might have sent me a message re: the workshop location. So I asked if I could get internet access somewhere. They let me into the computer lab, and I logged in and found the most recent email from the workshop coordinators.
No indications that the workshops were going to be anywhere other than the Tribal School. Nothing. In fact, it was clear that the coordinators planned to hold the workshops at the school. With the kids. And the teacher. Beginning October 10.
Wait a minute...
What was that date?
October 10. Wednesday.
And the date today is? October 6. I'm not supposed to be here until next Friday.
Reputation saved. I wasn't 15 minutes late. I was a week early. Talk about being on time.
Posted by sally at 11:11 AM | Comments (1)
October 03, 2006
Busy Busy Busy
Running around like a crazed thing. Today's schedule:
9-10:15 Office Hours
10:30-12:20 Two classes. Informative Speeches today.
12:20-1:30 Lunch. Grade papers.
1:30-3:30 Two classes. Informative Speeches.
4-7 Salesman Rehearsal
7-?? Grade 28 speeches + papers.
Work lines.
Laundry.
Clean bathroom.
Yippety-skippety. I think I forgot to include a spot for eating.
Posted by sally at 09:59 AM | Comments (2)
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