All posts for the month February, 2015

U b ILling

Published February 24, 2015 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

And just like that, Run DMC can show you the way. Things, indeed, be illin’ both and and outside the lines.

I am finally feeling better. It SUCKS being sick and being a teacher. I took one sick day and returned to school dragging myself through production week and many, many, lessons with many, many children, most of whom did not care that I was feverish and had little to no voice. (There were few who would, indeed, alert the authorities if I actually passed out or drop dead.)

I also survived my first Initial’s Competition.

I do not like taking students to a competition as opposed to a festival. It angries up the blood and teaches young artists that it is more important to dance inside the monkey’s cage to 30 seconds of approved tune as opposed to create art that is truly representative of the individual.

(I know, revolutionary talk about artistic individuality can get me run out of town on a rail.)

This whole competition left a bitter fore taste in my mouth. I have been part of tournaments and competitions before and it did nothing to encourage me to achieve, unless you count making me so stubborn and filled with rage and vitriol that I will do my damndest to succeed even if it kills me.

(Don’t ask me to prove it. I will.)

I absolutely do not understand why people in authority think it’s perfectly all right to degrade other people? I know this is a mystery for the ages and I personally find it insane. When I lived in Farmington, it amazed me that the Library Director had seemingly gone mad with power.  That is not hyperbole. I think she’s a lunatic driven by the fact that she is a queen bee with access to a superb staff and many, many laser printers. But really, it’s still Farmington.

This mad with power thing eludes me.

My students did an excellent job. They did the most important things in Theatre. They showed up. They performed in the moment to the best of their ability. They looked fantastic. They set up the show and started on time on their own.  They were courteous to each other and to their director.

I just hate that there were adults who insisted on treating them badly.

So much too much

Published February 14, 2015 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

What is it they say about the best laid plans of Mice and Men? (They are oft’n aft agley. That reasoning has always eluded me; since when did John Steinbeck speak Scottish, and mice don’t lay anything, except possibly their furry little heads on my toaster. I try not to think too much about that, especially when I think my filthy kitchen may have given me the hanta virus)

There are many, many reasons I have been unable to write or think or otherwise do anything that doesn’t involve getting ready for the next day at school or the next rehearsal at school.

This whole teaching at my dream job thing is seriously getting in the way of my tv watching and cogent thought.  I have a cold right now. I’m hoping that’s all it is, but I spent one full day at home and cancelled a rehearsal a week before our competition date. (I’m also fairly certain I blacked out for few seconds the other day. The next sound you hear will be the sounds of my mother racing over here to skewer me to the couch.) I’m fine. I don’t have a fever today, but I have no voice and I am doing everything I can to get better while trying to stay on top of things so I don’t get landslided next week.

My best laid plan was to write amazing stories and stay on top of the cleaning in my house and getting things ready in a timely fashion. A quick glance around the room (Cat perched primly on top of a heap of clean blankets, a flurry of notes to the left and to the right of me, a partially empty bottle of bubble water and a wad of blankets next to me, perfect for the I’m-so -sick-napping.) tells me that I’m not doing so well at the staying in control of my life.

However, I have finished my lesson plans for next week have made a firm dent in the things that need to be done on Monday. Now, back to the couch.