i hate Mondays

SORRY SORRY SORRY. I made another blog spot thingamajig. Comes to show I have 0% knowledge with this. I'm in a pastel orangey peachy mood today. Right. So, we had Drama first and we were showing Heather and Nicola (Project directors) our devised pieces. I was late (No suprise) but, I have a valid excuse. I got up perfectly early and made it in time for the school bus, however, don't you hate it when you've left your bus fare at home? In this case, it was my busking. So I missed my school bus, therefore, I was late anyhow and was having a very crappy morning. I recieved a text from Mrs Miller and I made a mad dash up to school in time for my scene. I cried and BOY it felt sooOoOOoooooOOOOoo good! When you put your heart and soul into something, it truly makes for an amazing moment. Writing script AS WE SPEAK..
What made me sad today was the bus driver reminded me A LOT of my grandfather. And then I realised I just wanted to be with the people who truly mean the world to me. Geez, I miss him.

Drama

Drama is both the love of my life and the bane of my existence.

Rosie

blog?

I have never had a blog page before. I feel like my parents do when they are introduced to new technology that is commonly used amongst teenagers but that they can't get their head around. Strange feeling! This unit has been completely unlike what I first imagined it as, it's odd to think how fast a piece whilst devising can change and also the direction it takes you in - aka I NEVER imagined I would be doing a piece about getting ready for the ball and waxing my legs!

Visiting Village at the Park was very familiar as my grandad was in there two years ago, so it was strange to go back and not be visiting him. I don't really like Village at the Park, as itis like a massive maze, just long identical hallways- to be honest it's just as confusing with or without dementia! It made me heartily think about what I would do if either of my parents got dementia.

Flo

Melissa's View

I'm not sure when I'm going to find the time to write the rest of my script, as my week's been rather hectic. I've got two jobs on today and my third job tomorrow. Very hectic, but I know that SCHOOL COMES FIRST! haha ;) Therefore, I'll continue to do this blog and work on my script.

Mine's not actually a script by the way. It's sort of a poetic piece relating to the importance of memory and the nature of memory, with a bit about dementia. It's quite similar to Amy's. Except she wrote hers and I wrote mine. I'm still not quite satisfied with it and continue to add bits to it, and take things out. It's weird to think we are performing soon!
Anyway. I wanted to put a mention about this, as I'm currently looking at universities to attend, therefore am in quite a thoughtful mode. Similar to my last blog thought.

Life and memory goes hand in hand. Life is the experiment, goals are the hypothesis and memory is the conclusion. All are crucial for moving forward in life. And memory is what we remember, without it - what do we have to show our existance on earth? A headstone doesn't count, and memory which is written down is possibly the best thing to show remembrance.

From doing this drama project, it's shown me to not take memory for granted, as youth don't have much memory to look back on compared to those older than us. It makes me so upset knowing that Frances, my 95 year old partner, has lived this amazing life - full of travel, inspiration and doing what she loved. She's done so much more than me, yet she cannot remember a large section of her life - due to Dementia and she's 5 times older than I am ( I think ).

On the other hand, I remember most of my 17 years. Frances told me she kept a diary when she was younger, but she doesn't know where it is. Therefore I think I'm gonna start writing in a diary, and tell those I love where it is! Even if no one ever reads my memories but me, it doesn't matter as my memories aren't necessarily special for anyone else. Memories are personal special exciting things that each individual on this earth possess. We are all united with our different books on the shelf, each filled with a different story. That's what the exciting thing about life is about :D

reworking

I am rewriting some of my script and I'm feeling much better about it. :)

Jazzie's ranting

Yes, Moccha is great after visiting our partners in VATP. Today is a lovely day. Just got tonsilitis. Great timing. Finished the devising process in terms of structure and SOME dialogue, so I decided to do a 'disjointed' type of piece. So far, so good.



HAHAHAHA and sorry for stealing the claim to fame on the blog by overlayers of pages. I had no idea, and thanks for altering it and making my life abit easier ladies :D



I found that this quote from my partner, Mary, has really stuck with me during this whole experience. She is saying this to her half pakeha/ half Cook island grandaughter:

"Don't say you're a breed. You're not an animal. You are a Cook Islander and you should be proud of it."

Long term memory; short term memory

When we first entered Village At The Park, the first thing I can immediately remember is the surrealness of the place as I walked in. My first reaction was excitment and the concept of not knowing what to expect. That's the whole beauty of this project for me. The smell reminds me of the occasional maori boil-up (which is quite bizzare seeing as everyone else said it smells like urine.)

The first day or two, we visited the whole Dimentia unit to get ourselves less tense for the people we were going to be 'buddied' with. I remember talking to a lovely lady called Betty, who would constantly ask who I was every 5 minutes and kept complementing my 'beautiful, white teeth.' She wouldn't have remembered me 5 minutes after that, but this memory will stay with me. The thing that interests me is she wouldn't have remembered me 5 minutes after that and as time goes by, you start to notice She wouldn't have remembered me 5 minutes after that your memory is lost and you keep repeating the same ideas...over... and over again.

Word vomit

I love when miss buys us mochas after our visits to Village at the Park.

I love our weekend practices *cough cough*

One of my biggest challanges is using this blog:
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love life
live life

Life's hard. Wear a helmet!

Rosie

Devising. It's my new enemy. We will always be fatal foes. One of us must die. It is unfortunate but it is the truth.

Amy thinks

Have basically finished my script. It's all very deep stuff.

Janet's thoughts...

The mind is like a whiteboard, a blank canvas. The more cluttered and full the less able it is to function. The mind selects and records memories in different places i.e. short term, long term etc. Memories move through these places as time goes on and experiences and feelings replace them.

I do not think that you lose the memories that are replaced but you have to be in the right frame of mind to recall them.

PS. I have not finished my script.

Amy thinks

Just finished writing the first half of my script. I am quite unsure how it is all going to look like - it's quite complex...

LIZLES BLOGGG

I've just started writing my script for my piece in the performance and it's slowly coming together :)Woohoo for me. Stress much - worried that it sounds corny but we will just have to wait and see won't we!

love

"Youth live in our memories, in the experience being made. Elderly are the result of memories made and memories re-visited."

xx

"People are books...all of us...I'm 95 and it's just so important...these times....when we can talk with young people...and they can talk to us...we have so much to learn from each other..."
Oinah Mary MacPherson.