I was going to write about politics tonight. I really was, but a funny thing happened on the way to the forum. You see, tonight was Harry’s last drama class, so the evening found us, along with all Harry’s grandparents, and plenty of other proud parents gathered in a multi-purpose room at the Lynnwood Recreation Center for a one-night-only engagement of Fairy Tale Folderol. The play was written by Sarah Stillion, the class instructor and developed by the class of about ten children ranging in age from 5 to 10.
Originally, the plan had been for a younger class and an older one, but the two had been combined. We had been worried about how Harry would take to the stage, especially in an enviromnent with older (10 years old) kids. He’s got a flare for the dramatic, but he’s shy. When he doesn’t abandon his place on stage to run to us, he spends the performance looking at his feet.
The play is a farce, a difficult form due to all the needs for pratfalls and comedic timing. It was developed over 6 hour-long sessions, so the performance was a bit rough. There were plenty of missed cues, forgotten lines and such. Still to really see what the kids learned, one must look beyond the performance itself to the underlying work that went into it. The production of the play introduced the kids to many elements that go into a play. There was a rudimentary set, costumes, a script, blocking, entries, exits, cues, stage directions, the whole bit. When one considers that, the kids on stage struggling to remember their lines did quite a bit in six weeks, especially considering that several, Harry included, were too young to read a script.
As for Harry, he turned his Oxy T-Shirt inside out and he was the tiger from the famous Blake poem. He was very ferocious, and we were shocked at how happy he looked doing it.
So that’s the story of the evening, and that’s why I’m not writing about politics tonight.