Right now the song from Grease 2 is playing in my head.
Yeah, I know that movie wasn’t the best, but I can’t help it.
Yesterday turned out great after a rough start. I was late because my brain decided that it was 10:45 I should catch the bus instead of 9:45. Class was at 11, so you can guess how that went. I let my teachers know and I wasn’t the only one. Apparently, I didn’t miss much in that first 25-35 minutes, so that was lucky.
I was late in part due to stomach issues. More on that tomorrow.
My anxiety was pretty high until this large black man got on the bus. He sat down, started munching away on a packet of red licorice and before long he was singing along with his music. Whether it was the grin on his face or his no fucks given attitude, a smile began creeping across my face. When I got inside the school, it turned into a huge grin after seeing all the students.
Maybe part of me didn’t believe the strike was really over until that moment.
I discovered I’m ahead in most of my classes and that took some pressure off.
After practicing my kata to get ready for my grading two weekends from now, I fought through Final Draft’s stage play alternate personality to complete my comedy sketch for the fund raiser we are doing on Friday. If you’re in Ottawa, you should come out. It’s pay whatever you can and it will help us afford our class trip at year end where we make the contacts we need to hopefully be successful screenwriters.
Today was better time wise, though I was a little late for our meeting about Friday’s event.
My stomach was better, so of course Mother Nature decided to pay me a visit and the app I have for that sort of thing decided not to remind me. A nice woman in the Registrar’s Office helped me out and the day got better.
I met with my playwriting teacher and she has my mind blown open with the possibilities for my 10-minute play. I have to figure out how I want to put it together now. This may be one of my most challenging things this semester.
It’s that awkward time of year where my coat is warm enough in daylight and not warm enough once the evening comes. I’m trying to tough it out because I don’t want to pull out the heavy, bulky stuff until it’s a little colder. If I do that, I’ll be in trouble when those -40 days hit.
I’m exhausted, cold, sore, and have homework. I think a warm bath before supper is what’s needed.
Guid cheerio the nou,