Monday afternoon. Hiddingh campus. DRM3010F.
Antonia and I stage a fight (that will be ongoing and increase in intensity). It starts with a private conversation staged on the grass. And then in DRM3010F, with Esthie and others looking on....
Kat: "So did you go to the Infecting the City Festival Hub on Saturday after watching the performance for our assignment?"
Antonia: "Yeah! You should have COME!"
Kat: "Well, I"m sorry, Antonia, but I had rehearsal. OKAY!"
Antonia: "It's fine, Kat! It's fine. It's fine!"
Kat: "Okay, well. I'm SORRY for over-reacting."
Antonia: "It's fine. It's FINE."
Esthie's eyes swell to the size of saucers. Antonia turns away.
Several minutes into the lecture, Esthie, who is sitting next to Antonia, surreptiously turns to me, squeezes my hand, and looks at me sympathetically.
Michal, seated next to me, tries not to laugh.
Later, to fuel the supposed fire. Chris Weare makes a comment about W.B. Yeates, and I say: "Hey Antonia, you explain. You're a poet!"
Ninja theatre. They never see it coming.
Kat
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