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Barker resigned.
RESIGNED.
my high school theatre invovlement up to this point has al been becasue of him. and he's gone.
I’ve been behind the scenes of a Greek temple, and a dilapidated schoolhouse. I’ve touched Inca gold, lived through the Spanish inquisition, and even saw a king’s descent into insanity. I’ve painted Hecate’s arch and golden llamas. I’ve sewn Antonia's dress and laced up Aldonza's corset. I’ve put together equerries’ breeches and vests, and fit a frock coat to a prince. I’ve created Windsor and la Mancha. I’ve designed a 36ft by 14 ft by 16 ft pivoting set and managed 40 actors. I’ve lived through breakdowns and opening night mishaps, but I’d never thought I’d see the day the creator of it all left. On that day Sancho Panza cried, and Lady Pembroke clung to me. A master electrician was almost in tears, and I was holding them back until I got to a bathroom. I never thought I’d hate a sound designer with such a passion. After King George regained his sanity, and after Carlton house and Westminster were torn down, the most important link to stage and backstage, to students and teachers, to school and theater, left. "Resigned for personal reasons,"is what that dreadful letter read, the first two lines told me everything I needed to know about my last semester as a senior. From a Royal Hunt of the Sun scene painter my freshman year to Man of La Mancha stage manager my junior year, and even on into Noises Off! set designer my senior year; my director was why I loved school. he gave us a place to go when home was too boring, and when pranks seemed less appealing. He gathered in all of his students so much that Wednesdays at 11:30pm were spent in the auditorium or little theater, and none of us wanted to be anywhere else. Technical theater is the one place I always want to be no matter what my day turned out to be, I’ll paint until a brush is stiff, and screw until the battery goes, and hang lights until the wrench is rusty or sew until the thread runs out. I came in as an impressionable and willing 14 year old I August to my director, and instead of leaving him a determined and successful 18 year old in June, he has left a confused and headstrong 17 year old in the middle of November, along with two other close and involved technical directors, several four year actors destined to be stars, because of personal reasons. Am I vindictive? No, but I am upset that it was so overwhelming and there was so much pressure that the last thing I asked him was "I want to go home! Can I leave already!?" after our closing night of our Cappies show, and he replied "yes, go home, get rest, you deserve it" after telling us he'd take the next few days off. I was startled to walk into his office earlier to find his desks clean. I was scared when his posters were off the wall "to be laminated" I was scared to see his other half, an English teacher, with a camera and in such a chipper mood. But nothing prepared me for a resignation. Theater is what I do, it is what I’m made of, it's essential to my life and in a word it is love. Blood, sweat, and tears are poured into every show I help construct and tear down. I am pursuing theater because it is my passion. It is my passion because my director was so wound up in the stage and threw himself into acting and tech and guided me and my classmates through our years, through rash decisions and bold suggestions. I love theater because my teacher is passionate about the ancient past time. As his tag line read "the arts are not a luxury, they are a necessity!
RESIGNED.
my high school theatre invovlement up to this point has al been becasue of him. and he's gone.
I’ve been behind the scenes of a Greek temple, and a dilapidated schoolhouse. I’ve touched Inca gold, lived through the Spanish inquisition, and even saw a king’s descent into insanity. I’ve painted Hecate’s arch and golden llamas. I’ve sewn Antonia's dress and laced up Aldonza's corset. I’ve put together equerries’ breeches and vests, and fit a frock coat to a prince. I’ve created Windsor and la Mancha. I’ve designed a 36ft by 14 ft by 16 ft pivoting set and managed 40 actors. I’ve lived through breakdowns and opening night mishaps, but I’d never thought I’d see the day the creator of it all left. On that day Sancho Panza cried, and Lady Pembroke clung to me. A master electrician was almost in tears, and I was holding them back until I got to a bathroom. I never thought I’d hate a sound designer with such a passion. After King George regained his sanity, and after Carlton house and Westminster were torn down, the most important link to stage and backstage, to students and teachers, to school and theater, left. "Resigned for personal reasons,"is what that dreadful letter read, the first two lines told me everything I needed to know about my last semester as a senior. From a Royal Hunt of the Sun scene painter my freshman year to Man of La Mancha stage manager my junior year, and even on into Noises Off! set designer my senior year; my director was why I loved school. he gave us a place to go when home was too boring, and when pranks seemed less appealing. He gathered in all of his students so much that Wednesdays at 11:30pm were spent in the auditorium or little theater, and none of us wanted to be anywhere else. Technical theater is the one place I always want to be no matter what my day turned out to be, I’ll paint until a brush is stiff, and screw until the battery goes, and hang lights until the wrench is rusty or sew until the thread runs out. I came in as an impressionable and willing 14 year old I August to my director, and instead of leaving him a determined and successful 18 year old in June, he has left a confused and headstrong 17 year old in the middle of November, along with two other close and involved technical directors, several four year actors destined to be stars, because of personal reasons. Am I vindictive? No, but I am upset that it was so overwhelming and there was so much pressure that the last thing I asked him was "I want to go home! Can I leave already!?" after our closing night of our Cappies show, and he replied "yes, go home, get rest, you deserve it" after telling us he'd take the next few days off. I was startled to walk into his office earlier to find his desks clean. I was scared when his posters were off the wall "to be laminated" I was scared to see his other half, an English teacher, with a camera and in such a chipper mood. But nothing prepared me for a resignation. Theater is what I do, it is what I’m made of, it's essential to my life and in a word it is love. Blood, sweat, and tears are poured into every show I help construct and tear down. I am pursuing theater because it is my passion. It is my passion because my director was so wound up in the stage and threw himself into acting and tech and guided me and my classmates through our years, through rash decisions and bold suggestions. I love theater because my teacher is passionate about the ancient past time. As his tag line read "the arts are not a luxury, they are a necessity!