Last month I took three kids to see the play version of “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.” Two of these kids had never seen a play before, and all three still can’t stop talking about it. We sat in the second row, a little off to stage left, and as the play progressed, I became more interested in watching my kids than watching the action on stage.
Andrea is in a drama class this term, and was obviously trying very hard to look sophisticated and well-versed in everything theatrical. Of all the kids, she was the only one who had dressed up for the occasion. She sat up straight in her seat,looking around occasionally to make sure other people noticed how proper she was being. And she laughed only where other people laughed,where they indicated it was acceptable for her to join in. She is always concerned about concealing her economic status with her peers and teachers, and, for her, part of this experience was all about entering into a higher social/economic bracket as an equal.
Leanne was just blown away by the whole experience. She sat in awe of everything, giving herself up completely to the emotional currents of the piece. She laughed and she cried. She hated and she loved. She was silent even during intermission, and it was not till the end of the play, when I was trying to engage them all in a quick debrief of the experience that she told me she related most to the Chief.
Amy ‘s reaction was the most interesting. She is a bit of a terror. She has attitude like nobody’s business, skips class, and is failing two of her cores. She lies like crazy, and has a constant need to one-up everyone ALL the time. She is also one of my favourites, because beneath that badass image is a kid who is afraid, a kid starving for the attention she doesn’t get at home, a kid who has been told by somebody that she’s stupid and that she can’t succeed.
When the play first began, I had to tell her twice to turn off her cell phone. the second time I asked her, I explained to her the reasons behind the request: a play is different from a movie theater and the actors on stage can get distracted from the glow of the cell phone. She put it away. I had to remind her not to put her feet on the back of the chair in front of her, again for similar reasons. It wasn’t that she was being intentionally disrespectful, she just didn’t know. She also asked a lot of questions, some of which were important that I answer immediately but most of which I instructed her to wait until intermission for.
During intermission Amy was particularly curious about the set. “It’s perfect for this play. But what are they going to do when the next play needs to use it?”
“”Well, they’ll build a new one. Each set is custom made for each play, Amy.”
“Wait, you mean they’re going to tear it down?” she demanded.
“Well, yes,” I explained.
“How long does it take to build?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I guess it can take months.”
“So all that work, and they just tear it down? For a week long performance?? Why? What’s the point of that?!”
“Well, are you enjoying the play?” I asked
She answered immediately with: “Yes.”
I smiled and said, “Well, that’s the point.”
On Wednesday I invited Amy down to the tutoring centre to talk about coming with a group of us to an audition workshop that my old university is willing to put on for these kids. She was excited, and said she’d come to talk with me about it tomorrow. She didn’t show. But then on Friday she showed up, and with HOMEWORK! She told me she got her report card yesterday, and realized she was failing. She said she wanted to be an actor, and wanted to go to acting school, but that she has to do well in high school first. She also asked me about using her incentives for acting classes. She knows that she has to commit to at least three hours of tutoring a week before we can even start to talk about that, but this is an amazing step forward.
I’ve also offered to lend her the book by Ken Kesey, and she’s excited to begin it. I think I’m going to give her the nickname of McMurphy… I just hope I don’t get labelled with Ms. Ratched 😛
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