Wednesday, December 13, 2017


December 12, 2017

Hysterical student running like a mouse from door to door squeaking “I missed my exam! I missed my exam!” Neither did she come later that day, into any piece of which we might have fitted her exam. Stream of messages from faculty whose ear she bent. Solution: do not sleep through your final exam. If you do, realize it is YOUR problem, and not the universe’s.

The actor who drops out of Night Music,  a few hours before read-through, is G’s son. We dodged a bullet on that one.

Cold. One brief squall of falling snow.

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