the story thus far

the weather is warm!

since this is my first time doing trac in the spring (also, my first time doing trac and APs at the same time...eek) i've seen the weather get warmer with more show-seeing and review-writing instead of colder. yesterday abigail (my fellow new jerseyan) and i walked from the train to class without sweaters, and it was glorious. i remembered huddling together in groups down a much colder sixth avenue on our way to passing strange a month ago. the passing strange outing was, in particular, sort of a collection of everything that is trac: it was a free musical, a damn good free musical, and afterwards we talked to the cast, which included eisa davis, a past trac instructor.

yesterday in class we realized that next week is the last class. it came as sort of a surprise - we knew we were going to end soon, but next week? spring trac has slipped through our fingers and left us in a cloud of experienced dust, from the discussions in class, the writing, the editing, and of course, the art we saw itself.