2.2: When does one have time for superflouties?
There has been a distinct lack of update for one simple reason: when I'm not at camp, I'm at rehearsal, and when I'm not at rehearsal I'm at PT, and when I'm not there, I am most definitely asleep.
Camp has been great though - Carpool is down to about fifteen-twenty minutes, which is great. Most kids know where to go by now, and it's the parents who are slowing things up. Parents. We do the same thing every day. No, your children can not walk down to meet you. Yes, you must pull up all the way because we will not put your kids in the car otherwise.
My classes are quite fun. E and I teach three classes of Acting Stage One (which, as Kevin noted, we have turned into "Musical Theater Jr."), one period of Improv, and one of Clowning. E takes charge in Improv and Clowning, and I take head counselor in acting. The way we run acting, the kids get to pick (sometimes guided by us, sometimes on their own) a few songs that they like and want to learn, and then we write a book for it. So Class 1 has two kids losing their babysitter in the Rainforest in China (they picked that part). They meet up with a bunch of talking animals who tell them that the Huns are attacking (you would really be surprised at how often the Huns come up.) so they must "get down to business to defeat the Huns". But then I guess (it is going to be written this weekend...) they realize that the Huns are already being taken care of and they need to work on getting back. But the animals tell them don't worry, and Hakuna Matata it will all be okay.
Second period is only slightly more coherent, and that is because it is a not-very-subtle rip from Camp Rock. It takes place at a music camp, where there are the popular kids (the mean ones - has anyone ever stopped to think about how the mean kids get popular?) and the not popular ones, both who have to write a song for a competition: a song about anything or a love song. The popular kids make the other kids write the love song. The concert comes, and the popular kids sing Popular (big surprise) and the other kids sing Love Song (again, big surprise) before they realize that in fact, they are all All Stars.
Fourth period is some sleepover-mystery where an NSYNC CD gets stolen (um, E and I just wanted an excuse to put in some 90's pop. Plus, remember, Hannah Montana Free Zone). Then they um... Right. They talk about how their mom wouldn't let them go to the party but Mama I'm A Big Kid Now (new favorite verse... Once upon a time I used to play with toys, now I want to dance and sing and make some noise. So If I go to parties please don't have a cow, 'cause Mama I'm a big kid now. And no, we don't usually rewrite lyrics.). And they find the CD which is great cause You Can't Stop [Their] Beat.
The camper I mentioned before, my Little J, is back again. We've been together last year at RKDC, and the year before at Music Camp 1. Second day of camp, I look down the hall and see Little J running towards me. I am happy. So I have et lunch with her when I'm not at the Theater, because I adore her. I make a point to drop by to see her during carpool. She has her own place in my heart. Last year, I was working in my theater during my free time and suddenly the door opens and one of the Big Bosses of camp comes in with Little J in tears clinging to her hand. They had tracked me down because J only wanted me. She's such a dear soul. I spoke with one of her other counselors about her, saying "She's slightly scared of her own shadow, and sometimes needs kid gloves, but she has a heart of gold and is the sweetest soul." When she mixed up her carpool number and we weren't sure what was happening (a big UHOH among the staff), I left Big Boss to deal with it and Little J and I lay down in the grass and looked at the sky and picked out what we saw in the clouds. Do you remember that game? J and I loved it. Then we got her carpool straightened out. And on Friday, as I said goodbye for the weekend and she kissed me and clung tight and I hugged back (actually another camp no-no because of Legal Ramifications), she pulled close and whispered, "Maybe. Um. At the end of camp... After second session. Can I have your name-tag?" And my heart melted a little more, because I remember that question.
Even with all that happened this weekend, that moment is the one that is tucked close in my heart.
Camp has been great though - Carpool is down to about fifteen-twenty minutes, which is great. Most kids know where to go by now, and it's the parents who are slowing things up. Parents. We do the same thing every day. No, your children can not walk down to meet you. Yes, you must pull up all the way because we will not put your kids in the car otherwise.
My classes are quite fun. E and I teach three classes of Acting Stage One (which, as Kevin noted, we have turned into "Musical Theater Jr."), one period of Improv, and one of Clowning. E takes charge in Improv and Clowning, and I take head counselor in acting. The way we run acting, the kids get to pick (sometimes guided by us, sometimes on their own) a few songs that they like and want to learn, and then we write a book for it. So Class 1 has two kids losing their babysitter in the Rainforest in China (they picked that part). They meet up with a bunch of talking animals who tell them that the Huns are attacking (you would really be surprised at how often the Huns come up.) so they must "get down to business to defeat the Huns". But then I guess (it is going to be written this weekend...) they realize that the Huns are already being taken care of and they need to work on getting back. But the animals tell them don't worry, and Hakuna Matata it will all be okay.
Second period is only slightly more coherent, and that is because it is a not-very-subtle rip from Camp Rock. It takes place at a music camp, where there are the popular kids (the mean ones - has anyone ever stopped to think about how the mean kids get popular?) and the not popular ones, both who have to write a song for a competition: a song about anything or a love song. The popular kids make the other kids write the love song. The concert comes, and the popular kids sing Popular (big surprise) and the other kids sing Love Song (again, big surprise) before they realize that in fact, they are all All Stars.
Fourth period is some sleepover-mystery where an NSYNC CD gets stolen (um, E and I just wanted an excuse to put in some 90's pop. Plus, remember, Hannah Montana Free Zone). Then they um... Right. They talk about how their mom wouldn't let them go to the party but Mama I'm A Big Kid Now (new favorite verse... Once upon a time I used to play with toys, now I want to dance and sing and make some noise. So If I go to parties please don't have a cow, 'cause Mama I'm a big kid now. And no, we don't usually rewrite lyrics.). And they find the CD which is great cause You Can't Stop [Their] Beat.
The camper I mentioned before, my Little J, is back again. We've been together last year at RKDC, and the year before at Music Camp 1. Second day of camp, I look down the hall and see Little J running towards me. I am happy. So I have et lunch with her when I'm not at the Theater, because I adore her. I make a point to drop by to see her during carpool. She has her own place in my heart. Last year, I was working in my theater during my free time and suddenly the door opens and one of the Big Bosses of camp comes in with Little J in tears clinging to her hand. They had tracked me down because J only wanted me. She's such a dear soul. I spoke with one of her other counselors about her, saying "She's slightly scared of her own shadow, and sometimes needs kid gloves, but she has a heart of gold and is the sweetest soul." When she mixed up her carpool number and we weren't sure what was happening (a big UHOH among the staff), I left Big Boss to deal with it and Little J and I lay down in the grass and looked at the sky and picked out what we saw in the clouds. Do you remember that game? J and I loved it. Then we got her carpool straightened out. And on Friday, as I said goodbye for the weekend and she kissed me and clung tight and I hugged back (actually another camp no-no because of Legal Ramifications), she pulled close and whispered, "Maybe. Um. At the end of camp... After second session. Can I have your name-tag?" And my heart melted a little more, because I remember that question.
Even with all that happened this weekend, that moment is the one that is tucked close in my heart.