#4 The Clown Diaries - Nightmares

Apologies that this blog is late, Someone accidentally forgot to click 'publish post'.

Anyways, this entry is one week behind. Keep your eyes peeled for blog entry #5 which will be up in the next few days...


Wednesday 4th November

It's 8am and I am up early to attempt to be productive. However, our kitchen is an echo chamber - every sound you make resonates, richocheting loudly into all bedrooms. It means I am tiptoeing as delicately as I can, as if I was trying to walk across a Nightingale floor, but it doesn't help that our old school coffee machine sounds as if she is having an asthma attack.

Ryan and I have been hard at work so far this week... and what I mean by that is = we stayed up late last night to watch Spice Girls - The Movie with some of the second years and learn some of the key quotes which we can hopefully use in our day to day lives.

It is the final week of Le Jeu - one of the most popular modules on the first year course at L'Ecole Gaulier.

Without giving much away, it involves a lot of tennis balls.

After this week many students will depart the class. They'll either return at another point in the year, whether to study Melodrama in Second term, or Clown in third, depending on their schedules, or they'll pop off for a year before coming back to study a module in something else. A clear example of the pick'n'mix element of the schools programme.

Our Autoceour for this week seems to be the perfect way to end the module. Gaulier has given us the task of creating 'The Nightmare of Le Jeu', which has allowed everyone to use and take advantage of all the mini existential crisis and miniature breakdowns they have each had on the course.

I'm with Ryan, Ursula, Oliver and Ines - or, as Gaulier calls us "BRIAN", "The German", "Olive', "The Portugese" and "Asparagus". We feel like our piece embodies how we have felt so far on Le Jeu. It ends with us pouring ice cold water over ourselves, rocking backwards and forwards on the floor, crying "Mamma, I am the Bridgit Bardot of Etampes... please kiss me" before crying "Guantanamo" and shrinking backwards off stage. If anything it is a very contemporary performance art piece which the Serpentine Gallery would probably like.

Part of my nightmare of Le Jeu was having to dress elegantly and sexy in Week 2. My fashion sense is normally what polite people call "Eccentric" and what my mother calls "Why you've probably not got a boyfriend yet" but Gaulier likes us to look 'stylish, and elegant' in class so I've had to rethink my outifit choices*.

Thus, for the typical 'French look' it is worth taking fashion tips from the Master himself. He is not one for avoiding a good beret and striped shirt combo and always arrives in class looking pretty sharp. His signature looks involves well tailored Levis trousers, his infamous red full-moon spectacles, a bright cardigan and a well tailored waistcoat. It makes him easy to spot as he stealthilly wanders into the school - his drum in one hand, a bottle of Badoit in the other..o

However, his fashion sense hasn't quite worn off on the students of the school.