I didn't actually have wifi until last night, at which point I was too focused on staying awake long enough to eat to actually sit down and type. After a very long 12 airflight during which none of us slept, we arrived in London. The flight was harrowing as long flights are. We also had the pleasure of a very drunk woman pulling on the group member next to me's hair and waking her from a dead sleep to talk about the government, volcanoes and wolf bears. Well these things are the spice of life. Yesterday I had my first glimpse of London as the airplane touched down, a city I have dreamed of my entire life and it was beautiful. We then had three hours in the airport, a one hour flight to Aberdeen, and then a bus ride. We all trudged around the university of Aberdeen campus with our chaperones, two very nice actors named Malory and Dave, and then proceeds to order lots of pizza. My diet being the picky thing it is I had to go out to a surmarket to find some thing gluten free. We all ate and tried to keep ourselves awake so we wouldn't mess up our time schedule. That's actually not as hard as you'd think here. Since were so close to the arctic circle the sun doesn't go down till after ten. Then we all collapsed into bed.
I had a restless night sleep but I did manage to sleep. I discovered this morning however that not everyone did as Toby was walking around blinking heavy for the entirety of the day. I don't how he could survive with out having slept for 48 hours. There are also very vocal seagulls around here. I really shouldn't complain though, the campus and everything I've see so far is beautiful. Lush and green with cobllestone streets and medieval buildings scattered everywhere with their gothic arches. Aberdeen used to be an exporter of granite so most of the building are made of it. It is technically a city but is very peaceful with the feel of a small town more than a city. This morning after coffee and breakfast in the canteen we headed to our first theatre master class, stopping for more coffee along the way. When we entered the classroom we found a group of eight Scottish teenagers huddled on the other side looking apprehensive. We all huddled about to the two groups like you children hiding behind their respective mothers legs. Eventually some of the Scottish girls came over and made chit chat with Lily and Chelsea and soon we were all talking to each other. They're a decent bunch. They're all a bit younger than us but they seem more self aware than any American teenager their age I've ever met. Except Oliver from my group who at fifteen astounds me at what an amazing human being he is. I had to get over being fifteen like an illness and still look back at some of my behavior in shame. Anyway we're all getting on like a house on fire. We started our class, a devising class taught by two young women who do more movement based theatre with a group called Tidy Carnage. The class involved a lot of creating movement from a text or concept and then developing it with someone else into an entirely different piece. It was a lot of fun. Afterwards we all walked home, a terrible idea in the surprisingly hot muggy Scottish weather. Then headed straight back out for a big group dinner where I'm sorry to say I think we were "the loud table" in the restaurant. But our Scottish partners really are wonderfully welcoming. Now I'm back in the dorm and trying to type this out before I collapse. The video I'll try to link was one I took in heathrow airport. It's not great but it's an accurate portrayal of how we felt. Hope everyone is doing well back in the states or turkey if my friend Sirin reads this. More soon.
Sincerely,
Drama Queen.
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