So, here I am. After a rigorous, college-esque application process (I'm a LOT more sympathetic to my juniors now), after driving 8 hours listening to Henry IV Part 1 AND Measure for Measure AND (most of) 12th Night because OF COURSE I hadn't read them sooner, and after locating The Other Mass. Ave., I'm finally here: the Teaching Shakespeare Institute, put on by the Folger Shakespeare Library, sponsored by YOU, my taxpaying peeps, via what must be a colossal grant from the NEH (listen, I'm getting PAID to do this). I'm excited, exhausted, exhilarated, and extemporaneously restarting this blog in hopes that I'll be able to keep you, my unofficial sponsors, posted on the goings-on. I can't promise that this won't be the first AND last post, but I'll do my best, 'twixt this and that, to share my quiddities and quillities (don't really know what those are, but quiddities appear in at least TWO plays, and I love the sound of it). For tonight, I have some other reading to do (Kitty, this means you), so I'll leave you with this: I'm ensconced in a dorm at American University for the duration; once having unpacked, I went down the hall in search of a Girls' Room, but found none. However, I did hear the unmistakable sound of the flush from someone else's room...so I went back to mine, and finally opened that other door...to find MY OWN BATHROOM (OK, I share it with one woman on the other side, but we each have our own sink!). Are you KIDDING ME??!?! All that PLUS Shakespeare for 4 weeks?! Bliss.
Anon, friends!
Ginger
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