You Can't Kill The Spirit...
2 weeks into this term and it already seems more difficult than the whole of last term. Wow. That's me, kicked smack in the tuchas! I know this is what I signed up for in a one-year MA program but still! ;)
At the end of our first week back, our research week, we took an overnight fieldtrip to Newbury to go to Greenham Common. If you read my last post, you will know that we are doing a play based around the events that transpired there. Women set up peace camps protesting the Cold War and the American nuclear missiles that were stored on the base at Greenham. The camps lasted there for 19 years. We met with one of the women, Sarah Hipperson, who lived at the camps for 17 years of her life. She was an amazing woman and I admire her commitment to her cause and her tenacity. The effects of meeting her and seeing Greenham Common were immeasurable. We are now so well poised to tell her story. We have a responsibility now, to her, to the peace camps, and to the Common. It's an incredible feeling.
Upon our return, we were placed into groups and given research topics that had to do with Greenham, the Cold War, etc. Our group was given the cheery question, "Is there a nuclear threat today? If so, what is it?" A doosy. Ray, Olivia, Miranda, Rachel and I took this topic on with gusto! We researched our asses off and come the time for presentations on Tuesday, we whooped some major behind! It was a great showing and we were all really proud of every one of the groups and how much hard work and effort was put in. We were also given the task of writing a poem in response to how we felt about the time we spent at Greenham. The play we are doing is in verse and our directors wanted to see how we handled poetic language. Again, everyone did a stellar job and I was floored at the creativity that was shared. As you will see, it was a very emotional experience and quite life-changing as well. Here is mine:
I’d always thought that I possessed
A strength of character and I’d do my best
To strive for the good, the just, and the true.
And I have, to a point, but what more can I do?
My passion is great and my spirit tenacious,
But that’s never been tested by something rapacious.
Would I give up my life for a decade or two?
To give life to a cause where justice is due?
The answer is “no,” quite simply spoken.
Does that make me weak or easily broken?
When you meet someone who is selfless and brave
You start to examine just how you behave.
Did I do enough then? Do I do enough now?
Is there enough time to do it all somehow?
I have always hated the age-old excuse,
“I am only one person, what would be the use?”
Now I wonder if I’ve uttered that phrase.
Subconsciously, maybe, in a frustrated haze.
Perhaps the question is not what I’ve not done,
But what can we do to impact, as one?
In Hebrew, “chazak, chazak, v’nit chazek” is sent
Strong, strong, and let us be strengthened is meant.
Let’s listen to that and try with our hands,
Through life and through art, to change what we can.
So...that was research week and a little beyond. This past week was the first official week back with our skills classes. In one of our singing classes, we picked our duets and partners that we are going to be working with this term toward our end of term performances in March. Miss. Jenni Jackson & I are doing the song "Baby, Dream Your Dream" from Sweet Charity and we are so excited! We also had our first stage combat class this week and it was a blast!!! We will be certified for the most basic level after our classes this term. We will go through an examination board process and hopefully pass! It was great to learn how to push, smack, pull and so much more! Good times.
I actually managed to go out this week as well. I saw the former lead singer of the band, Del Amitri perform. His name is Justin Curry and he has a voice to die for. It was a lot of fun. Thanks to Russ for introducing me to one of his musical idols! On Friday night I saw Fiona Shaw (Mrs. Dursley in the HP films!) in the National Theatre's production of Samuel Beckett's Happy Days. She was brilliant. I didn't much care for the piece, it was very Beckett for those of you who understand, but she owned it.

So, that's the update from this side of the pond. I hope January is shaping up beautifully for you all. Much, much love...