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pegkerrI haven't posted about the girls in awhile, have I?
Fiona is finishing up her last few weeks of her freshman year at Augsburg. It's been a very tough month in some ways, some due to matters which are personal. She's been trying to narrow down what she'd like to major in, so she can decide what classes to register for next fall. She's been delighting in all four classes she's taking right now (Spanish, Math, Religion and Theater) and she says she could see herself majoring in any one of them. Well, not theater, because she doesn't want to live in the Theater department and it's certainly not the best choice economically. But she does love it and could see minoring in it. She will certainly minor in Spanish if not majoring in it. She would like to take spring semester abroad next year, somewhere she can use her Spanish.
I am looking forward to her coming home for the summer. We have to figure out where on earth to store all her college stuff over the summer though. That'll be a trick. I'm also anxious about her finding a job. She hates job hunting like poison, and she never managed to find a work-study job at school this year, which has put her behind in squirreling away money for next year.
Delia adores her high school. She, too, has emerged from a rough couple of months, but now the physical grip of the mononucelosis is easing and she's starting to feel much better. This also means she's caught up in her schoolwork, which is a big relief to all of us. Last weekend she acted in the school play, "The Good Doctor" by Neil Simon. Billed in the program as 'Young Girl,' she was actually a street-tough prostitute. There's actually a funny story about this: in assembling the costume for her, the costume designer gave her a bodice that didn't fit very well. Delia wasn't satisfied with it and ended up buying a bodice for a reasonable price at Minicon. The director, who I gather is a theater director from the community who has been coming in to direct plays for the school the past few years, was so uncomfortable about the bodice that he absolutely insisted that Delia wear a jacket over it. There was nothing indecent about the bodice: it had pretty wide shoulder straps and covered her from midchest (about the point where a strapless dress would hit) over her entire waist. But it was pretty form fitting. The director's reaction was so funny that we privately have wondered whether he's a Morman or something. Even in rehearsals, if Delia took off the jacket, he would go and get the jacket and approach her with her eyes averted and make her put it on again.
At the performance, when Delia mentioned that her parents were in the audience, the director exclaimed: "Oh, hope your dad won't punch me out when he sees your costume."
"Forget it," she laughed. "He's seen me at conventions."
She did a great job in the play.
She's been accepted to Step Up, but there's no guarantee it'll bring her a summer job. She got one last year, but they say that there are only enough jobs this year for one out of three kids participating. We'll keep our fingers crossed.
Fiona is finishing up her last few weeks of her freshman year at Augsburg. It's been a very tough month in some ways, some due to matters which are personal. She's been trying to narrow down what she'd like to major in, so she can decide what classes to register for next fall. She's been delighting in all four classes she's taking right now (Spanish, Math, Religion and Theater) and she says she could see herself majoring in any one of them. Well, not theater, because she doesn't want to live in the Theater department and it's certainly not the best choice economically. But she does love it and could see minoring in it. She will certainly minor in Spanish if not majoring in it. She would like to take spring semester abroad next year, somewhere she can use her Spanish.
I am looking forward to her coming home for the summer. We have to figure out where on earth to store all her college stuff over the summer though. That'll be a trick. I'm also anxious about her finding a job. She hates job hunting like poison, and she never managed to find a work-study job at school this year, which has put her behind in squirreling away money for next year.
Delia adores her high school. She, too, has emerged from a rough couple of months, but now the physical grip of the mononucelosis is easing and she's starting to feel much better. This also means she's caught up in her schoolwork, which is a big relief to all of us. Last weekend she acted in the school play, "The Good Doctor" by Neil Simon. Billed in the program as 'Young Girl,' she was actually a street-tough prostitute. There's actually a funny story about this: in assembling the costume for her, the costume designer gave her a bodice that didn't fit very well. Delia wasn't satisfied with it and ended up buying a bodice for a reasonable price at Minicon. The director, who I gather is a theater director from the community who has been coming in to direct plays for the school the past few years, was so uncomfortable about the bodice that he absolutely insisted that Delia wear a jacket over it. There was nothing indecent about the bodice: it had pretty wide shoulder straps and covered her from midchest (about the point where a strapless dress would hit) over her entire waist. But it was pretty form fitting. The director's reaction was so funny that we privately have wondered whether he's a Morman or something. Even in rehearsals, if Delia took off the jacket, he would go and get the jacket and approach her with her eyes averted and make her put it on again.
At the performance, when Delia mentioned that her parents were in the audience, the director exclaimed: "Oh, hope your dad won't punch me out when he sees your costume."
"Forget it," she laughed. "He's seen me at conventions."
She did a great job in the play.
She's been accepted to Step Up, but there's no guarantee it'll bring her a summer job. She got one last year, but they say that there are only enough jobs this year for one out of three kids participating. We'll keep our fingers crossed.