Bloggin' from LAMDA

Sitting in the LAMDA SCR, blogging. I'm pretty awesome.

So, I know it's been a while since I posted. I kept meaning to post but I've been exhausted! I realized after the first few days that the last time I had class for eight hours straight was in high school. Like, sophomore year of high school. I feel old and tired.

Okay, not really. The classes here at LAMDA are really cool and they're a nice break from the whole thesis-ing thing. I'm obviously the only Harvard person here, so I get a lot of Harvard comments. Also, the other day my acting teacher was talking about actors being too intellectual, looked at me and went, "Being an academic is death for an actor." And she said it in this big scary voice. So I'm trying to keep the medieval manuscript talk to a minimum lest I be discovered and condemned to death. I live in constant fear.

I thought that Harvard theater had a superfluity of theater games. I was wrong. There are many more to choose from, and they are practiced in abundance here at LAMDA. In fact, there are days I have felt that the one thing I'm going to learn at LAMDA is how to do an infinite amount of variations on the "yes" game. Now, while that may not be worth my £1650, it sure is damn fun. Food for thought.

One of the classes in which all we do is theater games is "Physical Theatre". Not really sure what that is supposed to mean in general, as a subject, but here at LAMDA it means you are taught by a feisty bald Northern Englishman who was trained at Lecoq and likes to make fun of you. Lightheartedly, but incessantly. While doing a finger stretch (cause you know, those fingers, they get tight, and they needs them some stretching), I started giggling because it looked like everyone around the room was doing spirit fingers like in "Bring It On". Because all I really do is find references to teen flicks in every day life. It's a finely honed skill. Anyway, I tried to stifle my giggles to no avail, and caught the eye of Marc, the teacher. He asked what I was laughing at. Being an honest person, I told him that I was thinking of spirit fingers. He asked what the fuck were spirit fingers. Clearly the only way to describe them is to demonstrate, so using the appropriate hand movements, I went, "These are jazz hands. THESE are spirit fingers." So now my nickname is Spirit Fingers. Both in class and out. It's great.

Much more to tell, but I'm hungry. More anecdotes to come soon. Love and kisses!