Start tomorra
Madness. I, me myself, Ailsa Joy (as I am now known on official drama school forms) am starting at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art tomorrow. Am sitting in my flat with its big window overlooking the big road, pouring with rain (I went for a big shop at Sainsburys, moment I step outside it starts to bucket down, and I have a 20 minute walk without finding the Town Hall on the way, which I needed to).
My friend Sophie came over, the girl that I got into Mountview with and we ended up talking for 6 hours! Just straight catching up. She sent me an email a while ago with an amazing compliment for my speeches she saw: "Of all the different auditions I saw at different schools, I dont think any stuck in my mind quite as much as your Mountview one, when everything just seemed to stop for two minutes. There was an electricity in the air, the kind you get when you're watching someone so alive and so in the moment that you're completely sucked into it too, and it's like snow's falling."
So scared what the other students will think of me, what the teachers will think of me. Apparently the next 3 induction days are lots of talking and listening.
Send off from the Man's was really lovely. And better yet, he's coming on Thursday and staying 3 whole nights, seeing Troilus and Cressida at the Globe on Saturday, his favourite Shakespeare and therefore expecting to hate it. Neither of us like the Globe particularly, and we're standing up, and it'll probably rain. But I'll be with him so it'll be wonderful anyway.
ARG. Starting RADA tomorrow at 9.30 am and they'll all be amazing and I'll feel 2 inches tall. But I'll be There, which still takes my breath away.
My friend Sophie came over, the girl that I got into Mountview with and we ended up talking for 6 hours! Just straight catching up. She sent me an email a while ago with an amazing compliment for my speeches she saw: "Of all the different auditions I saw at different schools, I dont think any stuck in my mind quite as much as your Mountview one, when everything just seemed to stop for two minutes. There was an electricity in the air, the kind you get when you're watching someone so alive and so in the moment that you're completely sucked into it too, and it's like snow's falling."
So scared what the other students will think of me, what the teachers will think of me. Apparently the next 3 induction days are lots of talking and listening.
Send off from the Man's was really lovely. And better yet, he's coming on Thursday and staying 3 whole nights, seeing Troilus and Cressida at the Globe on Saturday, his favourite Shakespeare and therefore expecting to hate it. Neither of us like the Globe particularly, and we're standing up, and it'll probably rain. But I'll be with him so it'll be wonderful anyway.
ARG. Starting RADA tomorrow at 9.30 am and they'll all be amazing and I'll feel 2 inches tall. But I'll be There, which still takes my breath away.