That' s me in the corner...that's me in the spotlight

Training meeting. We learned that we have to avoid speaking English in our classes at all costs and gain the respect of our students by answering any sensitive political question they ask us. Then we learned we might sometimes have to resort to speaking English in our class and might want to avoid political topics if at all possible. Looks like I have to figure this one out on my own.

It turns out Ringo has not only never taught anyone to sing something or choreographed anything, he has never any done theater. Period. That’s what he likes about this whole project, he says. Should be interesting.

We had a grand total of two guys and fourteen girls show up to drama today.
a lot of the kids really seemed to get into what we were doing and enjoy themselves. We ended up with a lovely rendition of the scene in Forrest Gump where he’s looking for a seat on the bus and no one will let him sit with them. Minus the southern accents, naturally. Also played at “Ministry of silly walks” (démarches de con).

However, three of the girls refused to do anything but stand around. During their silly walks, everyone had to label themselves with a particular adjective, and we kept doing things that required us to act that particular way. One girl labled herself as “depressed” and almost started crying. She was crying at regular intervals over the session. Another girl decided she was depressed too and kept running off. I had completely forgotten high school was this dramatic (no pun intended). Like I can talk. But it’s really maddening when everyone is doing it at once.