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.