Numfar! Do the dance of BENIGN PUPPY TUMORS!!!!!!

I'll be offline Thursday to Sunday (little gaming convention at Hunt Valley MD).

Try not to go into withdrawal everyone.

I got "The Call"

The theater where I train has a touring company, auditions for which are by invitation. Last week when the calls went out I didn't receive one and I was really ok with it-- I haven't been able to attend student jams for the better part of a year, I'm decidedly rusty.

Well, I guess a spot opened up 'cause now I'm on the list.

Most people audition two or three times before they make the comany-- this is a just about impossibly long shot. The thrill is that I get a shot.

This is a banner day-- no puppy cancer and a bit of validation for my artistic lifechoice.

In celebration of me not getting the cool apartment, which means I don't have to save my $ for a deposit, I am throwing a party and spending the extra cash on beer and burgers. LAistas and tourists invited. LAistas will get a proper invite on the list. Tourists should contact me directly for love and particulars.

My father's surgery went well this morning. He should be able to come home tomorrow.

I haven't gotten my grade yet but I'm finished with the first section of my school work! Classes are set up work at your own pace, so the books could have take the full quarter, I finished in 4 weeks.

Dickinson College deferred me. Argh.

I'm going to get a CT scan on my appendix -- might have to have it removed. Good appendix vibes requested.

So, not really a Big Important Beep Me thing, but I'm here anyway 'cause it feels like a big deal.

I'm still training as a teacher & I'm just finishing my first placement - four weeks teaching a class of 8-9 yr olds. (Or at least teaching them 60% of the time.) They're "My" Class. Anyway, I'm going to miss them hideously - they're smashing and I've really been enjoying it and I've totally altered the classroom layout and displays and everything and it's been a blast. And today I took my merry little band of 32 kiddies (should have been 33, but one was injured playing football last night) on a trip to a museum in a town a half hour away, where we had a workshop with an archeaologist and got to handle real Egyptian artefacts and look at mummies and all that good stuff, to tie in with their History topic. It was my idea, I did the background work, I did the costing for the trip and organised the bus and the adult helpers and did the recce and produced worksheets and organised kids into groups that would get on without actually distracting each other too much, and sorted out packed lunches, and arranged when each group would get to go to the gift shop, and everything.

And it went like a charm. They were well behaved and sensible (not docile - they're a lively bunch, but they totally did me proud) and knowledgeable and keen and focussed and So. Bloody. Good. that I'm about ready to explode with pride. The archeaologist was so impressed that he let them handle fragile artefacts that he normally doesn't let the kids touch, and they treated them with respect. I bloody love my kids. I am brimming with pride. I am also feeling kind of trumpet-blowy, because it went really well, and that's because I planned it out well. Go me.

t /boastful

My appendix is a lovely, healthy specimen of appendiosity. (Obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be home to post this.)

I'm not a hypochondriac, though: it's pretty certain I have ovarian cysts (plural), and my blood work came back with an elevated white blood cell count, which means I have a virus of indeterminate nature somewhere in my body.

In any case. My appendix is fine, but I am not exactly healthy. All y'alls vibes certainly kept my appendix in my body, though, so thank you.