Danton's Death

Today we were told about the importance of a journal, and while I agreed the atmosphere was less that pleased. We drew pictures and talked about them. These were very useful as they confirmed my suspicions about the base motivation behind a lot of people’s actions; that they wanted to make money and be famous. A well known survey of our times as shown that 75% of younger people want to be famous, nothing on the how or the why just that they want to be. And rich they also want lots of money. A perfectly natural reaction you may say and perhaps I agree.
Still it was an interesting day; we went to the S.T peters church where we have further spaces for learning. On the walk up I met a Girl called Shahida, a fellow stage manager. When I mention people I have met I mean that I met them specifically rather than as part of my rounds.
I have met plenty of my year group and they all know my name.
Once in S.T peters we had a cursory education of the French revolution and a look at other theatre practitioners. We went into our groups; I am in the easily remembering group one. Towards the end of the lecture Nick the lighting tutor proposed a competition. Whoever could tell him how then final trick was achieved would get a prize.
After the lecture myself and Shahida went to waterloo station and had some dinner, we left for the national on time but rather than going straight in we decided to round up stragglers and guide them all in together. This cost us further time, so we were about ten minutes late. I did not mid however I have notes being taken for me and I had already done a similar Q and A session the year before and learnt all I wanted to know. Not to say that it wouldn’t have been useful to be there but I wasn’t disappointed. I was however upset that I have already let down my tutor. I made to apologise to the lighting tutor but he was in a state of disarray. He had lost Neliswa and her friend Nelly (wheelchair bound) and was trying to sort out tickets for them. I had Neliswa’s number and so called to her to reply. Sensing an opportunity to prove myself I located Neliswa and so her friend at the lower level giving them instruction to be at the second floors ticket office, I then worked to find nick. The national theatre is an archetype of sixties design with many confusing stairways and shallow carpeted steps just too tall to comfortable take two at a time. After finding nick and guiding him to Neliswa a followed suit because in case I could be of further assistance. In the end I was called on to investigate a ticket, I did so and returned to my seat in time to watch the performance.
I will include my notes on the performance under a different heading.
After the performance I lagged behind to investigate the stage and staff and made my way out. I checked on Neliswa and Nelly and her escort; I then made for home. Just outside the national I encountered a group of both lighting and sound students waiting for nick to emerge and tell him about the trick, hoping to win the prize he alleged to earlier. I counted about fifteen of them the girls having sensibly left I decided not to tell them that nick didn’t watch the performance, bade them a good night and left with a smirk on my face.