My Trip

At some point towards the end of winter (specifically which point I cannot recall because I didn't write this directly after that point, which I probably should have), I attended a trip to the Museum of the Moving Image in Queens. All I can remember was that I participated in a segment where we recorded our own voices to dub lines in a scene from the movie Babe. I probably would've had a more fulfilling experience to write about if I could actually remember all the things I did there, for my memories of the trip are stymied by the hellish experience I underwent to actually reach the museum. The streets and sidewalks were all coated in slush so I couldn't walk nearly as fast as I wanted to without a fear of slipping, and I think I circled the same block twice before I stopped to ask for directions. In retrospect, I wonder if spending 30 seconds of dubbing over the lines of a talking pig were really worth it. One would probably debate whether or not it was fortunate to skip the Theatre class I was in to make it to the museum on time (I ended up arriving twenty minutes early, by the way). Of course, it did cost me a reading of the play Legend of the White Snake, which is one of the driving factors causing me to spectacularly fail my Theatre midterm. That being said, this was a trip I certainly won’t soon forget.