Midweekers

If Wednesday’s aren’t your favourite day of the week then you are wrong. They are the best. I get to lie in for an hour longer than usual, I only have to go to three lessons and one of them is drama. There is nothing quite like a Wednesday. And, as it was ‘superflex’ today, it meant I could go anywhere on campus during my lunch period, so I spent the whole thing in the drama department with the other drama people. They’re all nice, weird and funny and I feel like I can be my-not-entirely-normal-mad-sock-wearing-self around them if you catch my drift.

I’ve finally decided (after much debate) to go to Homecoming! Hannah said I could go with her and her friends this saturday and I’m so excited. I get to do a proper American dance with freinds and wear a dress and do my hair and just do the whole prom thing again and I can’t wait! The whole thing here seems to be so much more formal here that at home. The whole ordeal must start about 1pm in order to get everything in! So first you get ready hair make up etc, then you go out for dinner as a group, then you go back to someones house and take your ‘homecoming photos’ and then you go to the dance. Then, if your lucky, someone will throw an afterparty. It’s so much effort for one evening but I’m well up for it and am becoming increasingly keen.

Rehearsal is still as fun as ever, but I swear if i have to hear another song from ’42nd street’ i might have to kill some one. There are only so many renditions of ‘lullaby of broadway’ that one can handle. But in rehearsal today I did spend an hour and a half of my life standing in a line, down the centre of the stage, for no exact rason. But nevertheless, I give my hours over to this production. It’s going to be so good when it’s done but currently it’s still at that car-crash-rehearsal stage.

If any of you want to know more about it here, or what I’m up to, or if the rumours about America are true etc. feel free to drop me a question and I will answer it in my next post. It feels a bit odd here whittering to myself, so if there’s anything you want to know more about please ask, as I don’t want this to be too much of a dull read!  

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2 thoughts on “Midweekers

  1. Christine Richardson

    Hi Isla

    Just a quick note to tell you how much I am enjoying reading your blog. It’s really interesting hearing about your take on America and the different way of doing things where you are. I have a very good colleague who is from the USA, (East coast – moved about a lot) who is a lot younger than me and has a 16 year old sister. So I have run a few of your comments past him and he has agreed with you 100%.

    I am really glad that you have such a positive attitude to your move and are throwing yourself into every opportunity. It’s always hard breaking into friendships groups at your age as everyone has been in school together for so long. Suzy in particular has said that she would have killed me if I’d tried to move her at your age. Making new friends at university is a lot easier as you are all new together .

    I am just sitting in G&G s kitchen before heading off to meet Simon at Heathrow for a trip to Madagascar lemur spotting. Think that there might be a lot of roughing it and not a lot of wifi. However I will be checking up for more posts whenever I can.

    Sorry this email is short .

    Lots of love to you all, say Hi to Lorna for me

    Christine

    Sent from my iPad

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  2. David and the Plebs

    This is absolutely fascinating! So glad you are growing to love New Albany. Are you finding that you are adapting to the accent? Are you getting more tanned? And do the boys have a weird way of asking out girls or is it basically the same as in England? I love your blogs- keep ’em coming! 😉

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