No Maids

I woke up and felt yucky, not good. BUT, I felt smart again in tutorial this time! The girls next to me were asking for me to explain some things to them since it was so crowded, and they couldn't get any of the tutors over. Woot!

Then Vanessa and I went and picked up our Brazil/Italy tickets, and also talked to the abroad advisors for a few minutes. Apparently it is REALLY bad to call housekeeping "maids," since that has connotations to do with butlers and maids being servants, and is really insulting. "If you call her a maid, she has every right to kill you." So I won't be making that mistake again.

I had to make some notes for a "presentation" I have to give in class tomorrow about Pinocchio- what is taught and how it's taught and who teaches the lesson in the chapters when he turns into a donkey. Since I had to split it in half with another girl (there are too many students for everyone to be able to have their own presentation), I was scared I wouldn't have as much to say, but I have five minutes of stuff (which was the requested time). So that's cool. Collodi is a pretty funny guy, underneath the trippy story.

When I went to the fantastic screening room to watch Pinocchio, there was just one other girl and the professor there, so we chatted for a few minutes while it went through the previews (mostly about if Will Smith would make a good Captain Nemo in 20000 Leagues. We decided not so much.), and then I curled up on the loveseat again, and the other girl commented, "Getting comfy there, eh?" I just explained that I was in love with the room and wanted one in my house.

We tried to go see Oliver! tonight, but it was sold out, so we ended up at Chicago instead. I looooooove it! And apparently I once did the exact dance for All That Jazz, since I knew THE ENTIRE thing. Not even chunks, or the main chorus. The full dance. It was also really entertaining to see the actors trying to attempt American accents. Most went through Southern and Jersey and a little bit of the "nonaccent" type, though one guy who had a line apparently sounded very Irish (I thought it was a bit Australian, but I mean, he wasn't aiming for either...) and Mama was like Jamaican Gangster, which was interesting. Also, Velma couldn't dance. But Roxie was really good. And I enjoyed how a guy would dance (well, go through a series of dancey poses, really) at the bottom of ladders when girls had songs up on them, it was a very interesting way to incorporate spotters into the number. It also threw me off that Velma was blond and Roxie was brunette.