I was very anticipatory arriving at clown school. I packed huge green suitcase which just barely fit in train luggage compartment. I also took smaller traveling luggages. I went directly to the Flea Theater downtown from Penn Station, con todo mi equipage. It was a larger class than I expected, which was scary. If it had been very small and intimate, I’m sure it would have been scary too. I was also one of the most visibly excited people.
In almost a spur of the moment decision, I decided to be called “L-C” instead of “Linda” which I have never liked too much. I was very happy about that as time went on. I like being “L-C”.
I was sure I would become acquainted with folks as time went on so I wasnt worried about “meet and greet” when I arrived. I lugged the luggage up the risers in the small group of seats in the rear of the theater, found a seat, and sat down.
I was ready.
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