A few days ago, I accidentally stumbled on to an inspired blog created by someone is consider to be very special. I have been writing term papers and required reports for over 16 years. Now I want to spend my time writing creative pieces and exploring a more the wonderous side of the written word. I was stunned by the injustice of not even being considered to be invited to such a glorious endeavor. Am I so innocuous that it did not occur to any of my three somebody specials that I would hop, skip, jump, crawl, and beg to be included?
"Well" my hateful, fanged twin sneered, "I will just start my own damn writers' workshop with much more interesting and talented people who I like so much better than you bunch of grapeheads!"
Unfortunately, I don't know any other group like them. Drats! Foiled in my own revenge. Where can I find such an eclectic group of writers without all the silly hang-ups of the people I am surrounded by? Without actually leaving the comfort of my little home...no where: that's where!
"Hello, everyone out there in cyberland, wanna write and share, and write, and share and eat and drink and critic?" I ask desperately in my little corner of sincity.
If you are fun-loving, uninhibited by fear of failure (that doesn't mean human doubts occasionally), willing to push the envelope, unwilling to accept the quid pro quo, and authentic in your reach to explore life, then you can be part of my blog....any takers?

Wishing for a small 85

Wow, 85 looks like such a wonderfully small group. The number is now up to 150 lovely little elementary students. My principal continues to chuckle as he passes me in the hallway while I deliver reminders to these drama stars. Maybe if I don't hand out reminders, then the numbers will dwindle. No, I would probably just have to field more phone calls. Not that I mind speaking with these exuberant parents, it is just that there are only so many hours in a day and so many days in a week.

I must give credit...There are four other teachers that have jumped on the "crazy drama cart" and are volunteering their time and talent. Thank goodness. I really cannot imagine how I would ever have managed to handle all of these children alone.

The response has been heartwarming. Children stop me in the hall daily, reminding me that they "saw" me in drama club. It's like being at the grocery store and being spotted by a student. They seems so surprised to "bump" into: like I am a real person or something crazy like that.

Thursday was the open house at the high school and so I was there to meet my daughter's teachers. The principal happily offered to let our "little" group use the theater for our performance in the spring. He seems genuinely pleased that we had started this group at our elementary school. I must say that I was take aback. Most responses that I have received from teachers and administrators alike is..."Have you lost your ........'n mind? Are you getting paid for this? NO? insane, that is what you must be!" So when this student-focus administrator smiled and said it was a great project, I could almost feel flowers popping out of my head and float up into the air! How's that for drama!!!!
Now, just to figure out what to do with them all next week....stay tuned!

Stop the bites!

I have a past blog about how I had bitten off more than I could chew!  And yet, here I am again.  Except this bite is turning out to be a HUGE bite: huge as in  85 students and still more signing up.  

You see, I started this performance club at my school.  I have been pushing to have a club at the school for the 5 years that I have been there.  Well, my principal finally agreed and I wrote a grant...hopefully it will be approved... and then I distributed a sign-up to all the 1-5 grade students then I sat back to see if there was any response.  

Did I say 85 yet?  and the deadline is not until Monday.  My sister asked what my expectations were from the start.  I guess I thought that about 40 students would sign up.  I have decided to keep a blog about this experience.  That way, at the end of the "experiment", I will be able to reflect on the experience and decide if I should question my sanity and see a therapist.  

So happy acting to me- everyone needs a little drama in their life.