That’s me in the middle.
That’s me in the middle.
four years ago, i wrote this tribute to high school actors.
last night, i sat within a bunched up circle of high school actors as they graciously, articulately, poignantly, and often humorously thanked their contributors, supporters, and mentors for their work on Hamlet.
it filled my heart.
to my last tribute, i add the following:
you, as a collective, are building a better world.
there may be days when you are engrossed in your own heart, miss your cues, forget your lines, want to be anywhere but here.
but, in the end, when you come together as a supportive unit, gifting hugs and congratulating your peers, that is when you demonstrate your prowess and magnitude as young adults who are shaping this community.
i look forward to seeing how you change the world.
GAN-e-meed Theatre Project
Hamlet runs through May 30
originally posted on my momblog.Â but i thought it deserved a little attention over here too:
i love teaching high school actors.
together, they are a group of inherently cool people.Â and in every group of students there is at least one, often two or three, of the following:
– the chic i wish was my friend
– the dorky boy who will grow up to change the world
– the political activist who has done more in 15 years than i have in 30
– the forgotten child who fell into acting by chance and it has changed her world
– the one i want to party with
– the gay boy who doesnâ€™t know it yet, or does but doesnâ€™t announce it
– the gay boy who boldly announces it
– the movie starlet
– the shy one with a big soul and a louder voice (when she or he finally uses it)
– the one who gives me hugs
– the one who writes me such a beautiful thank you card that it makes me cry
– the unexpected jock
– the one who gets the least attention because she works the hardest and goes so far and needs only the smallest of nudges from me.Â and, in the end, she reveals herself to have talent far beyond what i expected.
– the one i cannot budge.Â he is seemingly talentless.Â until, one day, something miraculous happens.Â i never know what it is.Â but it happens.Â and then he is a changed child.Â perhaps he is even a changed man.Â and i wonder if i made a difference in his world, or if he did it all on his own after all.
they all make my heart soar.
due to creations like facebook, i get to see many of their shiny faces pretty much every day.Â i respect the boundaries of children and adults.Â i rarely look at their â€˜partyâ€™ photos.Â itâ€™s none of my business.Â but i love seeing them fly.
and, sometimes, iâ€™m blessed with things like seeing two of them seriously lip-sync to the most absurd video ever.
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