I left my new cardigan in the lecture tent tonight. Bettina was obviously distracted.
Oh, yeah: We broke into our study groups tonight to deliver more bits of dialogue. I charged up fairly early and was (alas, predictably) told not to perform for the class, and also to slow down. Bettina was convinced she'd screwed up since she'd had a couple of stutters in her presentation, but she's typically too hard on herself. The judges (three women, one of whom is a former world yoga champ), were very positive about people's work, even when it was clear the trainee didn't have the dialogue locked. Early days, chums. Early days.
BUT: I most certainly do not advise the strategy of one classmate, who announced that she was going to read the dialogue this time, and had her book in her hand. Um, that'd be one big goddamned "no." Also? Don't argue with the judges who've told you that you have to recite the dialogue from memory. And would you mind not wasting our fricking time? Thanks.
Practice ended at midnight. Life is indeed good.