Drama from a different perspective

Ever since I was introduced to the stage I have been coming back ever since to relive the thrill of acting. There's just something about becoming someone else for a little while with other actors and putting on a show for a crowd on the edge of their seats. The best part is hearing them cheer as you take your bow. My final big performance would be Twelve Angry Jurors and boy did we kill that play. After the countless rehearsals and four successful performances I was ready to walk away from acting and never look back. I put my heart and soul into becoming Juror 3 and now it was time for a rest. Bye Bye Birdie was the follow up musical to Twelve Angry Jurors and I declined auditions still to tired from the last play to jump right another. However by the time I was ready to take on a part the musical was already on its way. I rested after my long sea bearing performance and my next ship set sail without me.

     I wasn't going to miss the performances though so I offered to usher for a couple to get me in free. An hour before show time I stroll up to the doors looking my best. I may not know how to usher but I was going to dress for the part. Two ushers were already at the stairs leading to the auditorium checking tickets so I decided to slip in and watch the crowd. Basically I just looked for people who had their hats on or feet on the seats. An easy job but I seem to be the one who is always stuck doing it. Minutes before showtime as I am beginning to sit down in a closed off section of the house Brian, the techboard worker, walks up to me and asks if I would be the one to sit up at the booth and film the play. Well I figured why not since I had experience working behind a camera and took him up on his offer. Now if i had known how long i would be sitting there staring at the screen I may have had second thoughts.

     There were four performances and I ushered for three of them. The only time I really sat down and watched the show was the second time. Watching them dance and sing on stage really took me back to the plays I have been in. I slowly began to imagine what it was like on stage during my performances and at the end pretended I was up on stage bowing with the cast. My mouth became dry and I grew anxious as I thought of the heat of the stage lights combined with the intense struggles. Watching them perform made me long to just be performing just one last time with them. I immediately began regretting turning down the offers to audition and get a part in all of this Drama. I guess what they say is true you don 't know what you got until it's gone.

Why A Teacher?

     I haven't given it much thought until recently but now that I sit down and think about it I can't understand why anybody would want to become a teacher. The pay isn't the best and the students everyday are a nightmare. I always told myself if i were to ever teach i would be teaching Seniors who have some level of maturity. What about the teachers that teach middle school and down? They must come to work everyday knowing that they get to see snotty brats that won't learn a thing. While going through a normal school day me and my friend encountered perhaps one of the most awful situations we had ever seen. It was as if the student had learned nothing his entire time in the school system. All me and Dwayne could do was face palm and smile as he just kept going on. While we were walking to our next class I pondered what could that teacher possibly get form doing this day after day. With students like this how can you go home after a long day and feel accomplished with yourself.
     The night I type this i actually for the first time ran into a teacher on XBOX Live. I explained to him the situation of what happened in class that day and asked him what keep him going. He simply told me that "you just show up and hope for the best." Which wasn't a great help in my understanding of what drives teachers to do what they do. I believe at the beginning of each year the teachers are looking for that one student in each class who is there to actually learn to draw hope from.
     Ever since I reached Freshman year I have always tried to be that one student that can balance fun in class and still keep up with the workload. As the year progresses teachers really seem to open up to the classes as well. Ironically I have had a few teachers along the line tell me I would be excellent as a teacher. When I picture standing in-front of a hopeless class lecturing all day it gives me second thoughts. I don't think I could draw enough steam from that one or two actual students to keep going.
     Maybe teachers know that every year is just a hopeless bunch but they come for that one or two actual students and just hope for the best with everyone else. Regardless they show up everyday and even though they don't have the best to work with they get by working with what they're given.