Sitting on the Dorm Desk

UnknownI have just received a picture of a dear student who is now sitting in his newly claimed dorm room, smiling at the camera and ready to take college life by the tail. I have not seen or heard from him sense those emotional good-byes at graduation. He’s happy in the picture with bags and books at the ready to set his side of the room apart from his roommate’s. Oddly enough, during the school day I turn around at times expecting him to be there in THAT corner of the hall, cracking up over THAT sad joke, and teasing me over THAT lame fumble I made pronouncing someone’s name. I am sure that other teachers will back me up in the knowing that our theatre classroom halls are indeed haunted – and haunted in the most wonderful, endearing ways.

I was a bit hard pressed about what to say in response to his picture. I reminded him to breath, to live in this moment and this moment and this moment. I reminded him, as we did in Company to tend to mind, body, AND spirit each and every day of his journey. I reminded him to breath – if he can just get that down the rest will all be cake.

Nostalgia bites a bit tonight. I would love to get more pictures from his adventures in college as he marches through the next four years – but for tonight I am avoiding the camera roll on my phone. One picture at a time . . .

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