I've been busy.
I have not updated this here blog in a long time. Sorry for that.
But I have been busy. Busy working on a show and getting a photo taken by me in the Star Tribune. Maybe there'll be one in the City Pages, too.
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I had my first serious disaster as a teaching artist last night. I was supposed to do a two-hour residency at a St. Paul rec center. Well, I work downtown Minneapolis and I got off work at five. The residency was to start at six. The rec center was on the far east side of St. Paul. You can see where this is going. Yes, I was late, and because I was late, the majority of the kids who had been present for the residency took off. When I finally arrived, they managed to round up a few children, but only six or seven. I had been expecting 20 and had planned my class for 20. We started with a warm-up game and the six or seven became four. And then it became three.
It's really difficult to do theatre exercises with three children who've never done anything like it before and have no idea what this whole "teaching artist residency" thing is about.
Needless to say, the evening limped along, with one girl making a real attempt to stay engaged with me and create a play, and the other two leaving and coming back, and leaving and coming back. It looked as though we might actually accomplish something when the older sister of one of the girls burst in and demanded that her little sister come home with her right that minute. Well, I wasn't going to stop them if they needed to go home. Little Sister was not so happy about this fact and stomped around collecting her things.
I and the other two girls gamely tried to continue with our rehearsal, but moments later, out in the hall, we hear screaming, and then the distinct sounds of two people pummeling each other. Big Sister and Little Sister were fighting. It didn't last long, because one of the rec center workers broke it up, but at that point I had had enough, and I asked the remaining girl - the other had run out to watch the fight - if she wanted to continue or call it a night, and mercifully, she said we should call it a night. So 10 minutes before we were supposed to be done, I packed up my bag and left. The girl who had been trying to stay engaged with me gave me a hug as I left. That was really sweet and I wish we could have really done some good work together, but it just wasn't possible.
I really feel like I failed as a teacher. I know that the circumstances just stacked up against me, and I was working with kids who haven't ever been in any kind of theatre class, but it still feels like I failed.
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