I woke up early to get in a few hours work on my journal. I completed my rough draft of my Indian adventures, which came out to be a total 12 and a half pages, single spaced. I still had to write my reactions to Indian culture and edit the whole damn thing, but I was pleased with my progress.
My afternoon painting class was brutal. We were discussing our progress on our painting series, so the class mostly consisted of the entire class listening to our professor give our classmates personalized feedback. And today my work was not being evaluated, so I just sat there all period. That was unfortunate.
After painting, I rehearsed a staged reading for Africa day. I was going to read a scene from “My Children! My Africa!” by Athol Fugard, in which I would play the part of Thami, an angry young black student living under apartheid. It was a relatively simple scene for someone with tremendous acting prowess, such as myself, but I looked forward to performing the following day nonetheless.
I had a pretty lazy evening. I practiced with Tolan for a while, then went back to the ol’ room and watched some In Treatment with Nicholas. In Treatment is effin addicting. It is one of my reasons that I’m behind on my journal (sorry readers).
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