Git out the grill, Pa! We're havin' counselor ribs tonight!
Turns out that my transcript was never sent to St. John's in the first place. This has been corrected.
[next day]
Huh. I left this post a long time without posting.
My dramatic writing class consists of two--posibly three--students.
Various and sundry alumni visited today, including Bedlam and Musical.
T is directing Mr. Cladwell (me) like a blend of Mr. Burns, Snape, and a Bond villain.
The campus is a swamp.
Now I must finish the second season of Slings and Arrows. (Santa was good to me this Christmas. Good a very Shakespeare-heavy.)
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