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November 2015 entries

What a Cheeser!

Liam is turning into quite the comedian. Two nights ago, he was lying in bed next to me, and just before he drifted off to the Land of Nod, he said, "Mom, what do you call a pig who doesn't do anything?"

Me: "Uh..."

Him: "A boar."

[end scene]

What a Cheeser!

What a Cheeser!

What a Cheeser!


Tech Week Fun

Our amazing theatre parents also work together to feed us for tech week rehearsals so that the kids don't have to leave and come back to the school. We eat together like a big family and get ready for rehearsals. It is the perfect balance of fun and hard work!

Tech Week Fun

Tech Week Fun

Tech Week Fun

Tech Week Fun

Tech Week Fun


Gray Skies

As usual, the hectic schedule of the fall play has prevented me from writing lately. (I'm also suffering from a 21-century problem in which Typepad has eliminated the app I use to write my blogs on my cell phone, so unless I log in on a computer, I have to use my iPad and for reasons that are as illogical as they are inexplicable, that seems like a lot of work.)

I was beyond pleased with how Anatomy of Gray went. My student not only met but blew past my expectations for them, and I can honestly say each member of the cast gave their best performance of their high school careers. We had over 500 people come to the show in the course of three nights: for a play (strike one) with an unrecognizable title (strike two), that is a fantastic turn out.

This year, instead of the play being over when it's over . . . Anatomy of Gray will be traveling to the PA State Thespian Conference in York, PA next week. We are taking the band trailer with our set and costumes and props . . . and a bus with 25 students and three parent chaperones. I have a canker sore that isn't likely to go away until December 6th, but I have a sneaking suspicion that all the stress and paperwork will be worth it in the end.

Gray Skies

Gray Skies

Gray Skies

Gray Skies

Gray Skies


The Countdown to Opening Night!

Following MAHS tradition, today was "The Crucible" shirt day, for the show we staged in 2012. Only 2 seniors in this year's play were in "The Crucible." I find it hard to believe that it's been that long since we staged Miller's classic. And, I can't believe these two (and many others!) will be leaving the nest this spring.

We are just 3 days away from an audience for this year's play, and I can't wait!

The Countdown to Opening Night!


No.

Every once in a while, our choreographer's daughter calls her friend to bring her brand-new kitten to rehearsal.

And when that does happen, and the aforementioned friend says, "Do you want to keep him, Liam? We have 3 more, and you really need a kitty that fits in your hat," the answer is always, "No."

No.

No.

No.


Humility

One of my seniors, Kelsey, is a very special student to me. She is wise beyond her years, compassionate, hard-working, creative, talented, and intelligent. We often joke that she is the kind of kid that I will hang out with for the rest of my life; we finish each other's sentences and we have the same sense of humor.

Last week was Senior Night for the football team, cheerleaders, band, and color guard. Kelsey brought tears to my eyes when she asked me to escort her on that very special night because her mother had to work. I was honored beyond words -- and more than anything, I was humbled.

We enter the teaching profession because want to make a difference in the world. We don't usually see the difference we are making in the moment -- these things take time, after all. But every once in a while, and sometimes just when we need it, we are reminded that we are making a difference every day. It was as though the Universe knew I needed to know that, and sent Kelsey to do the job.

I will be completely honest -- I regularly question whether I can or should stay in public education as a career. I love my job, but it's exhausting and demanding and at times, painful. Sometimes, when others don't want to take responsibility for their own actions, it's easier to blame the teacher. Sometimes members of the community say silly things like, "Other programs are more important than Drama." And then other times, someone like Kelsey asks me to fill in for her mother, and I remember why I do what I do.

I can't wait to see where life takes this special young woman!

Humility

Humility

Humility


High School Theatre Workshop

About a year ago, a friend and fellow drama teacher and I found ourselves at a high school theatre workshop in a town about an hour from our schools. We decided that we could join forces and put together our own workshop. Because e are starting a building project (which I sincerely hope continues, despite the recent school Board election), we chose Montoursville as the host school for this year.

We held the workshop on Halloween, and we offered 11 different classes to 60 students from 5 different schools. I couldn't be happier with the results. We had fantastic teachers and judging by the exit surveys we asked the students to take -- the day was not only fun but also highly educational.

Hosting the workshop was a lot of work, and my Thespian officers were instrumental in making the details happen. Every day, they stop by my room to see what needs to be done for our program. I am proud of what the theatre program has become at MAHS.

Our next big project is our fall play -- tomorrow starts tech week! Anatomy of Gray is a beautiful script, and my students are working so hard to honor the spirit of the play. Tech week is a part of the process that I absolutely love -- yes, the time commitment is demanding, but to see my students transform fully into their characters n their costumes and mics, under the glow of the lights is big magic!

High School Theatre Workshop

High School Theatre Workshop

High School Theatre Workshop