A Dream
I had a dream that I was starting at a new school, only it was a haunted plantation and my theater was the old barn. Oh, and Tina Packer was the principal...
Rachael
"Here let us breathe and haply institute a course of learning and ingenious studies." -Taming of the Shrew I.i
I had a dream that I was starting at a new school, only it was a haunted plantation and my theater was the old barn. Oh, and Tina Packer was the principal...
So Michael Cremonini is directing Julius Caesar for the Fall Festival of Shakespeare (the program where the Shakespeare & Co people go into the high schools and direct plays), and the word on the street is that he never thought it could be done until our Institute got him excited about the play. So I say "Yay us!"
I need to tell some people who get it about my latest administration-frustration:
I wanted to make sure you all know about the website Donors Choose. You can upload a proposal for materials or, when you accumulate enough points, field trips and guest speakers. You write about why you want these things for your class, how many students it will help, and how many of your kids are poverty level. Then the proposal is posted and people give you money. Seriously. It's that easy.
What do you do with students who refuse to participate? (I have students who were placed in drama without requesting it)
A Play in One Act
Lights up on a classroom. Parents are milling out of the room after a presentation by the handsome young teacher. One mom lingers to talk one-on-one.
MOM: Hi, I just wanted to thank you for teaching here. My daughter loves your class.
ME: Oh, that’s very nice to hear.
MOM: You seem compassionate and excited, and I think you’re going to teach my daughter a lot this year.
ME: How nice, thank you.
MOM: Anyway, I just wanted to meet you, and thank you for what you do, and ask you a question that I ask of all my daughter’s teachers: what’s your religious background?
ME: … huh?
MOM: Your religious background. Are you religious?
ME: … I’d rather not talk about that while I’m at work.
MOM: Okay.
The mom smiles and leaves. The teacher stands, bewildered, then runs off to find a couple of colleagues in the hall to gossip.
ME: I just had a mom ask me what my religious background was.
COLLEAGUE #1: What?!
COLLEAGUE #2: That’s crazy!
ME: Okay, so that’s not a regular thing here? I thought maybe it was some odd local custom.
COLLEAGUE #1: No, that’s never happened to me.
COLLEAGUE #2: Who is her daughter?
The teacher shows them the daughter's name on the roll.
COLLEAGUE #1: Seriously? I have her first period and the mom didn’t ask me that.
COLLEAGUE #2: I also have her, and the mom didn’t say anything like that to me either.
ME: … Then what the hell is going on? Do I have horns, or something? Is the Inquisition localized to fourth period teachers? Is there something about me that makes her think I’m going to throw her daughter into a volcano?
COLLEAGUE #1: …
COLLEAGUE #2: …
Fin