The quiet life
A student of mine was selected this month as Student of the Month at our school. This is a pretty high honor for a sophomore and she was deservedly excited. I was asked to write a few words about her for an article on the school’s website. I happily wrote about her boundless energy and her great love of theatre. I mean she really loves theatre. The look on her face at the closing of a show is always a mix of pride and sadness. She looks forward to the next one intensely and spends hours preparing for the next audition—a tried and true theatre geek. She came and thanked me for the write up I did for the article and of course, I told her that I was only too happy to do it. She also said she was going positively mad without a show to work on for the next two weeks. And even though I am relieved to have some downtime, I found myself agreeing with her. Theatre people need shows. It’s how we breathe; it’s what we eat. It’s a crazy, obsessive sickness that leads a first-year teacher to work on not only one show this spring, but a total of three shows at various venues around Cincinnati. What can I say? The quiet life doesn’t agree with me, but then I do theatre obsessively.