What does a three week stretch of theatre in NYC do for my teaching mid-year? Three things. It leaves me inspired, humbled and just a wee bit smarter. I am so fortunate that my number one favorite activity and passion is also directly related to my job! How lucky is that? It is as if I never have worked a day in my life! Overtime I go to New York for the holidays I do always find a few theatre teachers that have snuck away from Florida are using the time to see theatre. How great is that! It does worry me about theatre tearers the go month after month and see no professional theatre. How do the keep the well filled? – Don’t they run dry? Doesn’t it all become academic? Read more
Christmas is here. I have no time for blogging about a school year. I have no interest in school, no interest in students, no interest in lesson plans or in bringing a better tomorrow to students. My butt is on a plane and off to NYC. Frozen sidewalks, hot toddies, and good theatre in dim little corners of the city. Here I come!
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The school year, or at least the calendar year is wrapping up to a close. The big stage has been cleared up from A Christmas Carol, and I know that I will be the next tennant. Before throwing my books and some almost stale Christmas cookies into the trunk of the car, I walked out into the big, mostly dark, mostly empty theatre and wondered how in the world I was going to fill it. Read more
One magical thing about the holidays is the return of the recently graduated class. They have been away from these halls for less then seven months and they have changed! Obviously, at this age, their bodies have gone through a lot of change. All of those childlike bodies have now matured into adults. They fill their clothes much more authoritatively. They command more attention. Read more
As my auditions are just on the other side of the holiday break, I am sensing just a wee bit of interest in Ladies Man. I can see them passing one of the tell-tale bright pink copies of the play back and forth between backpacks like contraband. I can see them arranging for the required partner for the audition. Sometimes if I look fast enough I can see them sitting in the hall going over the lines and planning a thought or two. BUT every time I walk by, it is all hidden away and silenced. Read more