Why am I doing this again?

It's totally mind-boggling what they end up doing. One of mine (I think it was him) started a small software company and sold it. Sheesh!

Another ended up in a doctoral program in osteology at UC San Francisco and had a summer internship . . . in Kenya . . . with the Leakeys!

Just goes to show that you never know . . .
 
Definitely Queen Bitch. ;)

You know, the most marvelous thing is watching how they learn, grow, step up and take charge - how these shy kids can transform before your eyes into something amazing.

It changes them - forever, really. Experiences like this stay with them for life.

:eek:

I had a great rapport with Mr. Marks, my high school drama teacher. The lessons he taught me have extended throughout my life in just about every endeavor I've had. Especially when I was an investigator. ;)
 
You sounded so positive when you first told us about the play. Cheer up, Sweet. I throw a toast of rum in your general direction. :)
 
Thank you for the rum. :kiss:

I'm just tired and needed a night to vent. (And drink.) I'd rather not scream at the kids. Venting here is healthier.

This is pretty much a normal part of any production, when you reach the point of maximum frustration. The Halloween timing hurts, too. Dang, they're silly right now.

They'll be better next dress rehearsal.

Still, I think I'd pay money to watch you go postal on everybody. I'd prolly ruin the effect though when I started giggling. ;)
 
Experiences like this stay with them for life.

Don't be embarassed...you're absolutely right.

Some of my fondest memories from high school are those dealing with My Fair Lady, Guys and Dolls and the most fun I ever had was doing The King and I.
 
Every year when the Egyptian Parade comes out I am almost incoherant by the time I call "Places!" The the music comes over the PA system, the heralds blow a fanfare (of sorts), the dancers start and everything is wonderful . . . every . . . damned . . . time. :D
 
A Good Carpenter Doesnt Blame Her Tools.

Oh, no, JBJ.

You really don't understand at all.

Students are not tools at all. They are the finished product. (or at this age, works in constant progress)

The production is secondary.
 
Oh, no, JBJ.

You really don't understand at all.

Students are not tools at all. They are the finished product. (or at this age, works in constant progress)

The production is secondary.

Exactly, the production is only the means to the end. Educated, involved citizens are the final product.
 
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