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The Lake District

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

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Wordsworth, Coleridge, and many other famous poets lived in the Lake District in the center of England. The grassy mountains have a specific shape to them – they are mostly rounded with a few jagged edges. They are very calming to look at. Beautiful yellow daffodils grow in the wild around the lakes in the spring. No wonder the great British poets were inspired in this location!

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Wordsworth’s cottage is available for tours. Fragrant pink roses crawl up the sides of his white house. Period furniture is arranged how it would have looked when Wordsworth lived there in the early 1800’s. The view from his bedroom window was spectacular, and his desk faced the view. So many of Wordsworth’s poems describe the Lake District, and now I could see what he was talking about with my own eyes.

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Hiking is a fun activity around the mountains and lakes. You can follow set trails, and you can know ahead of time how far each one is, and how difficult. One time a group of four of us got stranded way up on the hills far away from any town. We missed the last bus, and we had to call a taxi to come get us and take us to the nearest town. We split the bill among the four of us, so it wasn’t as bad as we thought it was going to be. You really need to pay attention to the timetables of the public transportation, if that’s how you plan to get around. However, the views from the tops of those mountains and hills far from civilization were absolutely breathtaking and worth every penny of the taxi ride!

London

Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

LondonThe first time I visited London, I was mesmerized by Big Ben. Yes, I know Big Ben is a bell, but people normally refer to Big Ben as the famous clock tower. As it glimmered, it looked like pure gold. It was attached to the Houses of Parliament, and if you wait in a long line, you can go in and hear very dull conversation carried on by men wearing powdered wigs. (Can you believe it?)

St. Paul’s Cathedral is majestic and domed. Beautiful stained glass windows adorn the inside, and you can climb the stairs to the top to look out over the city. The whispering galleries are a bit creepy, since your friend can whisper to you along the dome, and you can hear the person clear across the room. Westminster Abbey is another cathedLondon-2ral that is stunningly beautiful, with biblical scenes depicted in the stained glass. Famous poets are buried in the Westminster Abbey crypt.

In front of Buckingham Palace (with gold and black gates) you will occasionally see the changing of the guard. This is a magnificent marching of tin soldiers, except they are real. The guards wear red jackets, and on their heads they wear tall black hats that sometimes have mops attached to them. Supposedly the guards aren’t allowed to laugh, and they keep a somber expression in all their grandeur.

The British MLondon-3useum houses the best collections of national treasures from all over the world. When the sun never set on the British empire, the British government paid many countries huge sums of money for their original treasures that were thousands of years old. It will take you a full day to see it all if you walk quickly. Otherwise you will have to skip most of it and choose your favorite time periods and countries, and spend more time on those.

You will not want to drive a car in London. There is nowhere to park, and the streets wind round and round. Besides, the Underground (the subway system) is so efficient and fun to ride. (“Mind theLondon-4 gap” means to pay attention not to fall between the platform and the train.) You will get to your destination much faster, since you only have to wait about two minutes between trains. Also, don’t forget to ride on a red double-decker bus. You feel really tall as you go around the city.

I could mention so many more sights in London. Tower Bridge is a gorgeous bridge that opens up to let ships pass. You can go inside to see how it works. The Tower of London is a castle where the crown jewels are kept. Kew Gardens are absolutely beautiful; if you love plants and it’s the summertime, you can’t miss that. So many literary connections are in London; if you go to Baker Street, you can seLondon-5e the Sherlock Holmes museum. Many portrait galleries house famous paintings from all over the world, the originals from the most famous painters of all time. There is just so much in London that I’m glad I spent two years living there. I still didn’t see everything, though!

“Wizard of Oz”

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010

wizard-of-ozAfter my success at directing “Fiddler on the Roof,” I decided to direct another play the next year. I chose “Wizard of Oz,” since I enjoyed doing special effects the previous year. The school stage was under construction, so the headmaster told me that I could choose any stage I wanted, since the school was going to use this play for promotional purposes. I was basically given unlimited funds.

I envisioned a spectacular performance. However, since I only rented the professional stage for one week, so many things went awry. First I was suffering from horrible cramps and was doubled over on the floor the entire week. Plus, I had the pressure to top the performance from the previous year, which, as you know, was nearly impossible to do.

I kept ordering that the bales of straw be sent to the theater, and the theater guy kept sending them back, saying that they were not fireproof. I kept telling the guy that I would fireproof them at the theater, not at the school. I had to flirt with the maintenance guys to get them to do what I wanted, since there was so much work to be done.

The beautiful flowers that the art teacher had made for Munchkinland were droopy and miserable-looking after being fireproofed, and we had no time to make more, since this was the night before the first performance. I was heartbroken, because the art tewizard-of-oz-2acher was such an outstanding props maker. Her stuff was always a work of art. That was one talented woman, if I ever knew one.

I had no idea how I was going to change the canvas backdrops during the play, since my swinging on the rope with my skinny body didn’t even budge the thing. I frantically looked around for a man… any man. The husband of a fellow teacher actually volunteered on the night of the first performance. (My fiance, now husband, was back in the States at the time.)

When the curtain went up on opening night, the lights didn’t come on. Black. Nothing. The actors froze. The principal (and headmaster) of the school sat beside me, and I tried not to freak out. I calmly walked to the back of the auditorium to talk to my lights guy (a former student), who just shrugged at me. We finally figured out that the whole thing had been unplugged. (I knew who did it, too!)

The smoke machine stopped working halfway through the show, so I told the wicked witch to jump down the trap door without waiting for the smoke. The flashing lights coverewizard-of-oz-3d up the absence of smoke, so that actually looked okay.

By the time the play was over, I made a mental note to myself that I would never direct a play again. The whole week was somewhat nightmarish, although the kids were sweet. As always, my actors and actresses did well. Bummer, because I always wanted to do “Camelot.” Well, you never know…

“Fiddler on the Roof”

Friday, June 4th, 2010

fiddler-on-the-roofAfter living in England for my senior year of college, I loved England so much that I wished to spend the rest of my life there. As soon as I had two years of teaching experience in the United States, I applied to all seven American schools in England. One of the schools had an opening, so I interviewed for the job of an English teacher in London. They liked the fact that I was fluent in Spanish, since they were short on foreign language teachers, too. So I taught English literature, with one Spanish class thrown in. I also directed the middle school play.

I chose “Fiddler on the Roof” because I acted in that play when I was a child, so I was thoroughly familiar with it. I had to pay to rent the scripts (since we were in London, royalties had to be paid each time a play was produced), and my friend who was an art teacher helped me to dream up the scenes and costumes. We went to yard sales to find everything. Each set was absolutely perfect. Nothing looked fake.

I remember trying to keep quiet the fact that I was planning to use live fire during the wedding scene. I figured it would be bfiddler-on-the-roof-2etter to apologize than to ask permission, since the whole mood of the scene relied on the candles being walked down the aisle. It was an absolutely stunning scene. I never got in trouble for using live fire.

However, my poor ghosts nearly choked to death on the dry ice fumes in the cemetery scene. Some unknown person threw the dry ice into a huge pot of boiling water, and a column of smoke rose up only seconds before the curtain opened. My husband (who was just a friend back then) fixed the situation, and the scene ended up being flawless. The mother and father were standing to the side with a spotlight on them, holding a lantern, in their white pajamas and nightcaps. The scene looked beautiful.

I absolutely loved those kids. They acted their hearts out, and during the intermission, I walked into the dressing room, and you could hear a pin drop as they looked at mfiddler-on-the-roof-3e with wide eyes. I said, “That was… fantastic!” They all exploded into applause and danced around cheering. As far as I remember, not a single person missed their lines during the first half of the play. I was astounded at how good they were.

During the scene where the father disowns his daughter, I actually got a lump in my throat. They captured the emotion of that scene.

At the end of the play, when the audience gave me a standing ovation, it nearly made me dizzy. It was surreal. A real director from London congratulated me for editing the play well. He knew the scenes, he knew what I had cut, and he said I had done an expert job directing as well. I didn’t know what to say. It could have easily been a complete flop. We’re talking about kids. Anything can happen. The whole auditorium could have gone up in flames. But, no… God was good to me.fiddler-on-the-roof-4