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dropping some names I think that my Monday ended somewhere around six thirty at night, but I'm not too sure anymore. All that I can remember is setting my clock to wake me up at ten thirty at night, but then not getting out of bed until four or five this morning. Somewhere in there were a couple of bad dreams, one of which involved a car accident where a person was run over by a car. Very vivid. Very graphic and something that I hope that I never see in reality. It was shortly after that dream that I crawled out of bed to read the rest of Jack Maggs before I had to go to class. ... Perhaps riding the high of my exam success, I asked Miss Zealot if she would go see a play with me. She hesitated and then said that she would like to see one, but that her boyfriend probably wouldn't. Once that was out of the way we talked about theatre in general and I learned that she is an actress. Hearing this didn't surprise me and I told her so. She has a very dramatic air about her that most people don't have unless they are under some kind of influence. As odd as that may sound it still suits her. She didn't seem to mind the comment. Not only does she act, but she also knows some if not most of the acting troupe that I have been watching for almost three seasons now. Then the conversation wound down by me saying that she would have to tell me when she will next appear in a production. Seriously I am very curious to see what she would be like on the stage. ... In class discussion I launched into a massive attack on the book Jack Maggs. For me it lacked any of the appeal that Great Expectations had. It may have been more modern, but it sacrificed some of the best elements of the Dickens novel. All of the soul had been left behind. Only the surface details remained. I am convinced that the rest of the class thinks that I am insane whenever I release one of these verbal assaults, but I doubt that I'll stop any time soon.
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