So, as I sit her in the CADlab waiting for Sammi to get out of rehearsal, I figure I should start my Diary Project for Storyteling. Basically, I’m supposed to record a story every day ( I think it’s every day), whether it’s one I heard from someone, something I read in the newspaper, or something I remember from long ago.
I’m supposed to tell my first story on Monday. In fact, I’ll be the first person to go. I have to leave class early, so I’m up first. That, and Betsy thinks my experience with storytelling will serve me well. I’ll show the rest of the class that it’s not so hard to do.
Of course, I’m also the youngest person in that class by a couple of years. It’s weird, I’m now going out into the real graduate schools and putting myself side by side with older, more professional grad students.
I’m running a bit short on time, but tonight I’ll have to tell the story of my Odyssey on the London Night Buses. It’s a scary tale filled with strange characters, desperate and tired people, and the underbelly of London.