Tomorrow is Cla(i)re day. Clare and I have organized it. The schedule is as follows:
10:00 (caf) CLA(I)RE cookies
lunch (CAF) Cla(i)re tea party. this event is exclusive to peopel who have Cla(i)re in thier name, any aspect of their name, or who make an honest attempt to be cla(i)re-like. (ex. name tag, crazy hair, etc.)
the menu for this tea party will include: chocolate eCLA(I)REs, CLA(I)Rrot cake and tea :)
supper: surprise CLA(I)RE entertainment
10:00 (LLT) Cla(i)re movie
note: every hour on the hour (according to the Cla(i)re clock of course, there will be wild hippie dancing on East house lawn.
(I will have a tambourine ... woohoo. For those of you non-Pearson audience, let me explain this aspect of the day to you a little better. Both Cla(i)res at the school dance. And both of us like modern dance. And both of us are relatively hippie-ish people. And so .... )
So thats what the day will look like. We have soem fantabulous posters for around campus. Accrostics of CLA(I)RE with such words as
C
L usciously lazy
A
(I)
R
E eeek! There's a mouse in Claire's dreads
and the biggest poster we will be hanging in the caf read:
ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL, BUT SOME CLA(I)RES ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS. - George Orwell
WELCOME TO CLA(I)RE DAY!
another reads:
The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things. Of cla(i)res and cla(i)res and cla(i)res and cla(i)res. - Lewis C(l)a(i)rrol
On top of all this wonderful propaganda there is a dress code. It reads as follows:
- barefeet
- long skirts
- maniacal hair
- big smiles
there is something else but I forget what it is.
Anyways, that is cla(i)re day in a nutshell. I'm excited.
Friday, March 21, 2008
:)
How do you know it's spring? Well when the whooping cranes are mating of course! I'm not even kidding. They have a nest (sounds more like a colony though) on David's front lawn. And recently there has been a lot of wing flapping and an abnormal amount of whooping. Anyways, thats just an aside. So ... CRAZY TIME (S)! Where to start, where to start.
One World weekend was CRAZY! (I think I'm never going to write CRAZY the normal way ever again!) W e woke up on Friday morning to go to the theatre for our first chance to actually be on the stage and have a "real" dress rehearsal. Rhubini left the room early because she was crew and had to be there a few hours ahead of us ... all I really remember is that she woke up at 6:00. Sucker. Anyways, so when the rest of our room woke up at the slightly more appreciable hour of 7:00 (ack!) to get ready and find all our costumes and eat and make it down to the buses in time. So Joss has bought this individual coffee maker for our room (though shes the only one who drinks coffee), you know, one of those ones where you just put the mug under the machine and it filters right into the cup? So she plugs it in, tells Ashley that if it starts smoking its because there isn't enough water and that she should just turn it off. Joss exits to bathroom.
Ashley turns to me: You heard that?
Me: Yes...
Ashley: Good ... so you can deal with it.
Me: Nuh-uh. I wasn't listening. And I don't know where the off button is.
I make a quick exit to the bathroom so that I don't get roped into any more intimidating jobs.
A few moments later, I'm in the shower. Joss is (still) in the shower next to me. Ashley comes running in. Screaming. Joss there's coffee all over our floor!! Ahhh! (and other such noises) Exit Ashley. Still screaming. Sound of our bedroom door opening. Ashley and Joss still having a conversation despite being two rooms and a hallway apart. Indictive of the volume of their voices! Joss jumps out of shower. Runs into room. Which smells like a really nice blend of authentic Honduran coffee. Too bad I hate the smell of coffee.
Joss: Oh, I forgot to put the cup under the machine!
And all this before the day even started. Thank goodness everyone was in a good mood that morning, since we woke up anyone who wasn't already awake (though techinically if they weren't already awake they were probably going to be late). Laura came to our room shortly after to make sure we were all awake (trust me, this doesn't normally happen but on such a morning as this, they make sure we're all up and heading where we're supposed to be) and commented on our coffee crisis. I guess she heard us as well!
Anyways, the rest of the day was good but relatively boring. We had a run through of starting and ending positions so that the light, sound, backstage and stage management could figure out the new and snazzy technology at the Royal Theatre. And then in the afternoon we had a public dress rehearsal.
And then we all climbed back in the buses. And drove all the way back to campus. And crawled out of the buses. And dragged ourselves to the cafeteria where we collapsed in a heap of tired bodies. Those of us who finally woke ate those who didn't. Well, sort of. But you get the picture. WE WERE TIRED! But as I recall the caf had a usual supper but then there was a warm cherry crumble pie sort of thing. Mmmm ... And then that night, despite being ridiculously tired, I stayed up late hanging out. And then had to pack my things for project week, since I wasn't returning to campus after the show that evening and instead going straight to my skiing extravaganza (more details to come later). Hmm ... this is getting boring. Oooo! So we piled into the buses again at 12:00 on Saturday for them to drive us to the theatre for our 2:00 show. Now I know I have complained about the hill outside the college before, but just wait. When you hear this story you will agree (and sympathise?) with me. So the bus was driving up the hill. And then is started slowing down. And then it stopped. And then it started rolling. Backwards. Down the hill. I was sitting at the back so I turned around, and there were Sean and Laura in their fancy hybrid car backing down the hill as fast as possible! It was funny. So then the bus driver told us that some of us would have to get out of the bus and run up the hill so that we could make it up in the bus. It was funny.
Then we had the show. It was good. Then I went to a cafe with Mum and Dad and had a quick visit. Then I went off to start my project week extraordinaire (which is a) not parent friendly and b)far too long and exciting for this already tedious and overly long post) (oh and I'm lazy!).
Skip a week.
We all got back from project week. This is where I stop. Honestly, today is good Friday. A chance to sleep in. Everyone on campus is sleeping. It's ... well okey its 9:12 by now but I started at 8:15. So the question is, why is Claire awake?!?! Answer: she had kitchen duty at 7:00 in the morning. Yes, she is just that lucky. Farewell.
One World weekend was CRAZY! (I think I'm never going to write CRAZY the normal way ever again!) W e woke up on Friday morning to go to the theatre for our first chance to actually be on the stage and have a "real" dress rehearsal. Rhubini left the room early because she was crew and had to be there a few hours ahead of us ... all I really remember is that she woke up at 6:00. Sucker. Anyways, so when the rest of our room woke up at the slightly more appreciable hour of 7:00 (ack!) to get ready and find all our costumes and eat and make it down to the buses in time. So Joss has bought this individual coffee maker for our room (though shes the only one who drinks coffee), you know, one of those ones where you just put the mug under the machine and it filters right into the cup? So she plugs it in, tells Ashley that if it starts smoking its because there isn't enough water and that she should just turn it off. Joss exits to bathroom.
Ashley turns to me: You heard that?
Me: Yes...
Ashley: Good ... so you can deal with it.
Me: Nuh-uh. I wasn't listening. And I don't know where the off button is.
I make a quick exit to the bathroom so that I don't get roped into any more intimidating jobs.
A few moments later, I'm in the shower. Joss is (still) in the shower next to me. Ashley comes running in. Screaming. Joss there's coffee all over our floor!! Ahhh! (and other such noises) Exit Ashley. Still screaming. Sound of our bedroom door opening. Ashley and Joss still having a conversation despite being two rooms and a hallway apart. Indictive of the volume of their voices! Joss jumps out of shower. Runs into room. Which smells like a really nice blend of authentic Honduran coffee. Too bad I hate the smell of coffee.
Joss: Oh, I forgot to put the cup under the machine!
And all this before the day even started. Thank goodness everyone was in a good mood that morning, since we woke up anyone who wasn't already awake (though techinically if they weren't already awake they were probably going to be late). Laura came to our room shortly after to make sure we were all awake (trust me, this doesn't normally happen but on such a morning as this, they make sure we're all up and heading where we're supposed to be) and commented on our coffee crisis. I guess she heard us as well!
Anyways, the rest of the day was good but relatively boring. We had a run through of starting and ending positions so that the light, sound, backstage and stage management could figure out the new and snazzy technology at the Royal Theatre. And then in the afternoon we had a public dress rehearsal.
And then we all climbed back in the buses. And drove all the way back to campus. And crawled out of the buses. And dragged ourselves to the cafeteria where we collapsed in a heap of tired bodies. Those of us who finally woke ate those who didn't. Well, sort of. But you get the picture. WE WERE TIRED! But as I recall the caf had a usual supper but then there was a warm cherry crumble pie sort of thing. Mmmm ... And then that night, despite being ridiculously tired, I stayed up late hanging out. And then had to pack my things for project week, since I wasn't returning to campus after the show that evening and instead going straight to my skiing extravaganza (more details to come later). Hmm ... this is getting boring. Oooo! So we piled into the buses again at 12:00 on Saturday for them to drive us to the theatre for our 2:00 show. Now I know I have complained about the hill outside the college before, but just wait. When you hear this story you will agree (and sympathise?) with me. So the bus was driving up the hill. And then is started slowing down. And then it stopped. And then it started rolling. Backwards. Down the hill. I was sitting at the back so I turned around, and there were Sean and Laura in their fancy hybrid car backing down the hill as fast as possible! It was funny. So then the bus driver told us that some of us would have to get out of the bus and run up the hill so that we could make it up in the bus. It was funny.
Then we had the show. It was good. Then I went to a cafe with Mum and Dad and had a quick visit. Then I went off to start my project week extraordinaire (which is a) not parent friendly and b)far too long and exciting for this already tedious and overly long post) (oh and I'm lazy!).
Skip a week.
We all got back from project week. This is where I stop. Honestly, today is good Friday. A chance to sleep in. Everyone on campus is sleeping. It's ... well okey its 9:12 by now but I started at 8:15. So the question is, why is Claire awake?!?! Answer: she had kitchen duty at 7:00 in the morning. Yes, she is just that lucky. Farewell.
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