Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Of Castles and Paper Airplanes

  

The weather wasn't quite what I had hoped for, but there was no changing plans now. I had told the 8th graders that we were hiking to the castle today, and hike we would! Armed with our lunches, hiking shoes, cameras, and a Castle worksheet, 24 students and 5 teachers set out for Sausenburg.

Despite the rain, we had a blast clambering over curtain walls and scaling up the stairs of the tower, checking out the view of the bailey and batter below (ask an 8th grader what all these terms mean). Where things grew interesting was in regard to NG's paper airplane. (Why yes, it was made out of his castle worksheet). I had a rule about not throwing litter from the top of the tower (thanks to the kid last year who lost his worksheet that way), but NG very badly wanted to toss his paper airplane down. Soon he had the whole class begging on his behalf as well. The pressure was on. After surveying the situation and eliciting a promise from NG that he would retrieve it no matter where it landed - even from the far side of the woods - and a promise from the rest of the class not to copycat him, I finally relented. He leaned back and let fly! 

And it landed about seven feet away, below him, in the middle of the vines on the tower (blue spot in the second picture). No retrieval possible. I've never heard 24 8th graders laugh so hard!

 Fun was had by all, and with any blessing, some things were learned as well about castles and the Middle Ages and the wisdom of the words "I really don't think that's a good idea...."

Monday, March 11, 2013

Alvin Fernald: Mayor for a Day

I'm clad completely in black, half-crouched behind the set and surrounded by sixteen Middle schoolers. Twelve of them are budding thespians currently pacing circles in the itty bitty living space allotted to them. It's clear some of them are fighting the urge to wipe the sweat from their brows, the stern words of the make-up artists still ringing in their ears: "Do not touch your foreheads!" Outside, beyond our black fortress, we can hear the crowd cramming in to their seats. Sold out, we were told. Some parents have flown from far away countries to come watch their children shine on stage.

HK tries to release some tension by doing jumping jacks and is immediately shushed by the four others when they see the set wobble. PR is quoting lines - not just hers. She had memorized everyone else's lines by about week two of practice. Her task is a difficult one tonight though, playing the love interest to the main character. KB is bubbling with nervous babble next to me, and I nod with a smile and a gentle pat on her police cap.

Suddenly the house lights begin to flicker. Sixteen students around me gasp and duck as if they've been struck. The long-awaited moment has come. The music cues, and DD takes his place next to door. With one final adjustment of the bow tie, he disappears and is replaced by Alvin Fernald who cautiously opens the door onto stage with a "Hello?" and will not return until the final bow has been taken.

And shine they do. Every single one of them. The crowd laughs at all the right moments and even at some unexpected ones. KB nails every single one of my favorite lines (she had them all), LW is cute as all get out, KJ manages to keep a stern face for all her mean lines, and PR's awkard kiss even finds its mark. The crowd hoots and hollers, and I can't help but cheer along with them. Even though I contributed little to this production beyond crowd control, my heart is absolutely bursting with pride!

I'm proud of these kids and their outstanding efforts to put on an amazing show. I'm proud of my colleagues and the way they were able to coax this talent out of ordinary kids. I'm proud of the community who sees the value in coming out tonight and supporting Middle Schoolers. I'm proud of the God who created them all with talents and allows them to put them on display to show off his creativity and unique personality placement. And this pride humbles me, too. What a responsibility to continue to love on these kids (and the 46 others who sat in the audience) and help them ALL discover their gifts. What a privilege.
 Trying to make HK look older.
Pre-show jitters for the star DD.
PR getting her make-up applied.

The process is a little more painful for JO who fights it all the way.
 The most beautiful fire chief ever: JC
 KJ's mom flew in from another continent!
 So impressed with the way KB stretched herself!
Cast, crew, and director