artistic grad-ification

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feelingsoptional — Sat, 21 Jul 2012 18:27:55 +0500

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feelingsoptional — Sat, 07 Jul 2012 12:27:38 +0500

If I were Prime Minister...

feelingsoptional — Fri, 15 Jun 2012 00:25:51 +0500

Today in our ESL Drama class of 8 to 11 year olds (who speak less than fluent english) we learned government words… national, international, prime minister, law, legal, illegal, election, vote…

when asked for examples of “laws”, there were a few moments of quizzical silence, and then a resounding response: “Do not steal endemic birds’ eggs!”

What????

These kids have trouble reading “Chicken Little” but they came up with the environmental protection of endemic birds….?

Fix this education system, and fix it quickly….

ps. when asked what the law meant, silence fell once again upon these earnest students

pps. When asked what they would make legal and illegal if they were in fact Prime Minister, there was an overwhelming desire to build more waterparks (even in people’s houses) and to outlaw the beating of people and animals… both are things I think I wholeheartedly agree with.

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feelingsoptional — Sun, 10 Jun 2012 18:55:45 +0500

"Ode to the Drama Teacher And as you stand there: Aghast Because we’re three days from Opening..."

feelingsoptional — Thu, 10 May 2012 18:28:54 +0500

“

Ode to the Drama Teacher

And as you stand there: Aghast
Because we’re three days from Opening Night and
Ado Annie still doesn’t know her lines and
The Dream Ballet is a Nightmare and
The Light Board Op just got Detention…
Let us now praise You.
You, the Permanently Fatigued.
You, the Loyal-to-the-Point-of-Self-Neglect.
You, the Keeper of a Thousand-and-Eleventeen Secret Dreams.
You are the one who makes it all Look So Easy.
Who would have expected that the most important Skill you learned getting your BA
Was Juggling?
Juggling Paperwork and Personalities and oh, right — weren’t you supposed to have a
Private Life around here somewhere?
But even though you are Sick to Death of
Spoon River Anthology
You still puddle up every time you hear
There’s A Place For Us
No matter how Off-Key.
And while you still remember when you
Brought the House Down in
Midsummer
You now love This House.
You have created a House where any child — no matter how Flamboyant, no matter how Shy —
Can embrace their Inner Ethel Merman (and thanks to those English 101 classes you now must teach, you are keenly aware that using “their” in the previous sentence is increasingly considered correct and honestly, it’s really the only sensible answer as writing “his or her” is as damaging to poetry as the participle that dangles.)
And you have created a House where any child — no matter how Flamboyant, no matter how Shy — can dive straight to the Deepest, Darkest, Quietest corner of human suffering and bring a room of teenagers — and yes, you, too — to silent tears.
You have made a Home for the Misunderstood
A Family for the Misfit and a
Safe Spot to land no matter how bad The Mid-Terms are.
Because despite all the Budget Cuts and
The Paperwork and
The Meetings about the Meeting to Schedule the Meetings and
The Truancies and
The Parents
Dear God The Parents and
Did we mention The Paperwork?
Nothing on this Green Earth compares to watching a group of kids
Learn the true meaning of Ensemble.
And nothing compares to the pure joy of watching The Ones whom you knew would Eventually Get It
Finally. Really. Get It.
And nothing nothing nothing compares to The Confidences shared in low tones as they seek you out in
Your Office,
The Choir Room
The Front Seat of the Van on the way home from Fullerton.
You aren’t teaching Drama.
You are teaching Life
Which we all know is a Comedy — a Chekhovian Comedy — but a Comedy nonetheless.
And you aren’t teaching Choreography
You are teaching them to Dance.
And you aren’t teaching them how to be a Character.
You are teaching them how to be Themselves.
So here’s to you —
Making room for Art in a world that seems to have no room for Art.
(Because, by the way, that room has been repurposed as the new Standardized Test Prep Center — you don’t mind rehearsing outside, do you?)
And here’s to you —
Scrounging around for new shows that somehow match the sets you already have
Because some Genius on the School Board has
Recently Announced that not only can you not perform Huckleberry Finn
Or Anouilh’s Antigone (probably because he couldn’t pronounce it) and
Given the flap over the Scene from M. Butterfly last year, I guess
March of the Falsettos and The Vagina Monologues are
Out of the Question for the Spring
So Oh Dear God it looks like it’s going to be
Arsenic And Old Lace one more blessed time.
But that’s OK
I love Arsenic And Old Lace.
So here’s to you —
Making room for Another Coffee Mug with
Those Damn Masks on them
Making room in the Chorus for
Just One More
And
Making room for Each and Every Child
To Be
A
Star.

”

- Samantha Bennett is a working actor and writer based in Los Angeles, and she’s the creator of The Organized Artist Company, an organization dedicated to helping creative people get unstuck from whatever way they’re stuck, especially by helping them focus and move forward on their goals.

http://www.pioneerdrama.com/Newsletter/Articles/Ode_Drama_Teacher.asp?Campaign=NL20120509#more

Teaching Me About Teaching

feelingsoptional — Sun, 06 May 2012 11:43:51 +0500

Teaching Me About Teaching

such a wonderful message… and one that isn’t heard...

feelingsoptional — Sun, 29 Apr 2012 11:04:16 +0500

such a wonderful message… and one that isn’t heard enough. Everyone can dance.

livingonalatteandaprayer:

I love this video so much, words just cannot do my feelings justice! Every artist should watch this video.

what is feels like once you find the inspiration (read uninspiration first)

feelingsoptional — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 13:50:31 +0500

i think billy elliot said it best (doesn’t he always)….

what does it feel like?

I can’t really explain it,
I haven’t got the words
It’s a feeling that you can’t control
I suppose it’s like forgetting, losing who you are
And at the same time something makes you whole
It’s like that there’s a music playing in your ear
And I’m listening, and I’m listening and then I disappear

And then I feel a change
Like a fire deep inside
Something bursting me wide open impossible to hide
And suddenly I’m flying, flying like a bird
Like electricity, electricity
Sparks inside of me
And I’m free I’m free

It’s a bit like being angry,
it’s a bit like being scared
Confused and all mixed up and mad as hell
It’s like when you’ve been crying
And you’re empty and you’re full
I don’t know what it is, it’s hard to tell
It’s like that there’s a music playing in your ear
But the music is impossible, impossible to hear
But then I feel it move me
Like a burning deep inside
Something bursting me wide open impossible to hide
And suddenly I’m flying, flying like a bird
Like electricity, electricity
Sparks inside of me
And I’m free I’m free
Electricity, sparks inside of me
And I’m free, I’m free
I’m free. Free I’m free

(Electricity lyrics from Billy Elliot the Musical)

uninspiration

feelingsoptional — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 13:47:27 +0500

a step by step explanation of what happens when you are uninspired

you violently deny your lack of inspiration, perhaps trying to force a faux inspiration that isn’t truly there. you talk constantly about what is supposed to be inspiring you, trying to gauge how inspired others are by what you wish you were inspired by. perhaps you secretly makes you feel like you are wasting your time.
you feel angry that you have in fact, not so secretly, wasted your time. wasted your fucking time. again. you knew it wasn’t working, why did you even try??? what the hell were you thinking? why are you so stupid? why are you so god damn untalented and uncreative… and maybe it would have helped if at some point before this moment right now, someone took you by the hand and said ‘hey friend, your not so good, maybe quit while you are ahead”. bitches.
you feel try and make a deal with yourself, and with others, that maybe if you do a little something creative, the inspiration that you thought was already there will blossom into the imaginative and beautifully artistic creation you are supposed to be creating.
then the depression sets in… who am i? what am i doing here? i’m a fraud. what was i thinking? why would i ever think that i could ever accomplish/create/be so inspired? maybe you spend extended amounts of time in bed in the dark, or on Facebook looking at your friends who look far more inspired than you…
finally you accept the fact that what ever you are doing to ~~inspire~~ yourself is NOT working. so fuck that. if this was an improv game, it would be time for a ‘new choice’. so you make a new choice. you flip your lack of inspiration on its head and become inspired by the journey you just made to find inspiration. you put on some music, sing really loudly, take some time, breathe, be purple, be a bird, be the ocean.
then you realize that this journey you have just gone on, across the seven seas of inspiration, actually fueled your fire, made you feel that feeling you were looking for… maybe you shed a few tears for your cause, but now you are ready to create.

note: reading back over this to check for the inevitable spelling errors i will have made, i realize that the stages of uninspiration are a lot like Elizabeth Kubler Ross’ stages of grief… 5 stages I know all too well. maybe thats why I have been an emotional mess for the past few weeks.

report cards

feelingsoptional — Tue, 10 Apr 2012 13:30:52 +0500

last week our primary school students received their midterm report cards. And in a country like Mauritius that has an education system that is incredibly competitive, and test driven, I often think of how poorly prepared the students are to perform up to expectations.

I have never dreamed of being an english teacher, and my research kinda just fell into place because of Harry’s teaching english as a foreign language certification, and my Mauritian language barrier. But, one of our students came early to class last week, to show us her report card. She is in her last year of primary school, and is preparing to take her CPE (primary school exit exam), and an immense amount of pressure is put on them to pass… aka if you don’t do well on your CPE you are placed in a vocational or remedial secondary education track, and there is no way to ever get back on the mainstream university prep track. anyway, she brought in her report card and showed us that she had gotten a C in english. I wasn’t immediately sure how to react, was this bad, was this good? Was she upset with us that she hadn’t done better? And then through my broken understanding of french, and Harry’s translation I gathered her feelings. She was expecting a D in english, and because of our class her grade had risen to a C in just the very last few weeks. She said it was because for the first time she thought learning english could be fun and interesting, that having fun and playing games with us had helped her in her class at school.

i nearly cried.

drama does help. case and point.

feelings

feelingsoptional — Thu, 22 Mar 2012 11:03:00 +0400

i am not a huge fan of research. the word itself kinda gives me the heebeegeebees. i have been trying to compartmentalize research as much as possible. separating my teacher hat and my academic hat. when i am in class teaching, i try to “be here now” a la ram dass, and when i am compiling data, i try to turn the emotional part of my mind off.

looking at students like numbers doesn’t feel good to me. looking at the number of questions that were answered correctly vs. the number that weren’t saddens me, rather than inciting me to action.

what gets me going in a huge way, is seeing the faces of the kids as they begin to see the whole picture coming together. yesterday at Eli Africa, we taught a lesson about emotion words. angry, sad, shy, disappointed, nervous, worried, happy, silly. some of the words were known, and some of them were definitely new to our younger students. but watching the wheels turn in their heads, when the realize that the face i am making is “timide” in french, and then finally making the connection that in english that is shy, is overwhelming.

every kid participated yesterday. the kids who i was pretty sure spoke no english, got up and performed an open scene, the kid who is way too cool to be there also got up and performed an open scene, and the girl who clearly was born for the stage also performed an open scene. the cohesive participation is exhilarating for me, and so encouraging as a teacher.

but then i have to come home and write an analytic memo, and break down the fantastic, adrenaline inducing, thinking on the fly class that was just taught into its most basic parts. it seems like i am dishonoring the progress that was made in class, by focusing on the minute details of what could have, should have, and might have been, instead of the beauty that was.

How Theater for Young People Could Save the World

feelingsoptional — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 18:37:00 +0400

How Theater for Young People Could Save the World

Research and Reflections: A Fulbrighter's Journey: First Class!

feelingsoptional — Thu, 15 Mar 2012 13:48:10 +0400

Research and Reflections: A Fulbrighter's Journey: First Class!:

randrinmauritius:

Yesterday we taught our first class at ELI Africa! It was a great success. We were a bit nervous and didn’t know what to expect so we got there really early, parked by the sugar cane field and then waited for the kids to get there and let us in! 3 older girls got there first, they seem to be the…

more Photos: Mauritius 2/22-3/5

feelingsoptional — Tue, 06 Mar 2012 13:19:57 +0400

more Photos: Mauritius 2/22-3/5

Research and Reflections: A Fulbrighter's Journey: ELI Africa

feelingsoptional — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 09:58:06 +0400

Research and Reflections: A Fulbrighter's Journey: ELI Africa:

randrinmauritius:

2 productive days in a row! Yesterday at the MIE we were put in contact with a Mauritian who recently graduated from Yale and has moved back to Mauritius to grow a small Learning Enterprises type non-profit that he started called ELI Africa. Our new friend runs a community center in…

EUREKA! I found it... theatre that is

feelingsoptional — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 11:55:53 +0400

the wonderful guys that harry and i met with at the MIE who are primarily focused on the english dept there also head up the very, tiny, almost invisible performing arts dept!!!!

they have produced a number of shows through the MIE. they use MIE students as actors hoping that a little bit of drama education rubs off on them, and can one day be brought into a mauritian classroom as a teaching tool (YAY!!).

students at the MIE take one module of drama for their studies and I have been invited to observed, participate and even perhaps lead a few classes for them… swoon

most recently the produced “the night thoreau spent in jail” (they love american theatre), in a car dealership show room. they explained to us that they like doing shows that challenge and alarm the sleepy and complacent mauritian audience. (i don’t know how you can be complacent as an audience member if there is almost no theater available to you) and that they like doing their in a more experimental way, which they consider using alternative performance spaces (i just call it student theatre).

they recently proposed to produce “inherit the wind” to the MIE and were shut down. this was incredible shocking to me. the MIE’s reasoning surround the media potential perception of the production, but our new friends suggested that perhaps it was more about the religious content that would have caused some red flags surrounding the text. i disagree, however, and think a show like “inherit the wind” not only exposes these MIE students to drama, but also raises questions regarding moral and ethical teaching practices. where does a teachers reach end and what is acceptable content.

they are brainstorming some new idea now, in addition to adapting another show about science to perform for primary schools.

they told us that all in all is takes about 5 months to put up a show for them. mostly because of problems of proficiency. meaning, because of the difficulty found with the use of english it takes them longer to simply understand the text than to put it up on its feet and analyze character etc. this issue brings me back to harry’s research and the direction some of my research has been going.

if english is the “official language” and starting at standard 4(8 years old) kids are supposed to be taught and tested only in english, why are these university aged or perhaps even older students still having such difficulty with the language?

i am thrilled to be invited to experience this process and think that is will be an unbelievable asset to my research.

rock the boat for the kids sake

feelingsoptional — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 11:37:20 +0400

yesterday harry and i had a meeting at the mauritius institute of education. which is essentially the research and training body responsible for teacher training in mauritius.

here are some things i learned:

you cannot apply to the MIE. as in if you wake up one day and realize that you want to become a primary school teacher(which apparently very few mauritians do) you cannot simply send in an application like you would to a normal university. (both of our research focuses on primary school, secondary school is a whole different ball game).

so, first you must be recruited by the ministry of education. then you must take an exam, which is similar to a civil service exam in america, and then you are referred to the MIE. which means that the people being recruited generally already have jobs and a diploma or a degree in another field. these may or may not be the best suited people to stand in front of a classroom of eager (or not so eager students) and mold their minds.

the MIE offers a number of programs for teacher training, in the form of diploma and degree programs. but having a diploma or a degree is not required to become a teacher.

i repeat there are teachers in classroom as i type this with no more than the bare minimum for a high school education.

in a study conducted in 2010, of 4,168 teachers surveyed

304 had a degree
291 had a diploma
2,668 had a higher school certificate (HSC)
844 had a school certificate (SC)
61 had “other”

HSC and SC are hard to explain in terms of US studies, but a US high school diploma falls somewhere in between an SC and HSC. the HSC is similar to the british a-levels.

but this means that more than half of the teachers teaching primary school have no formal teacher training. no in depth understand of pedagogy or methods.

as a country they are working toward a system that requires higher education to become a teacher, but as a profession as a whole primary school education is not highly sought after. the pay is bad, significantly less than that of a secondary school teacher. and educated and trained teachers are not replacing older teachers with less training, but just being added to the workforce.

in 2009 only roughly 68% of mauritius primary school children passed their certificate of primary education(CPE) which is essentially an exit exam for primary school.

WHY? perhaps it is because of the language barriers. children are tested in english, though they do not speak it anywhere near fluently. perhaps it is because the teacher don’t have the right tools and training. perhaps it is a combination of both.

how a child does on their CPE determines what secondary school they go to, and ultimately their success in life. if you score badly on the CPE, whether or not it is from lack of intelligence, lack of resources, or you as a student have not been given the best circumstance in the classroom to achieve to your highest potential.

it seems that students who score lowest on the CPE go to the worst secondary schools, and those who score highest go to the best secondary schools. which just perpetuates the educational growth and divide of a society which is most definitely on the brink of social and economic developmental boom.

people in mauritius like to complain, express their opinions, but no one wants to rock the boat.

it breaks my heart.

Maha Shivaratree aka no one said being a pilgrim was easy

feelingsoptional — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 12:03:05 +0400

Maha Shivaratree is as I have come to understand it a very important religious day for those of the hindu faith. I do not claim to be any kind of an expert on the day, (neither is wikipedia) but I will explain here what I have come to know, love, question and accept about Maha Shivaratree in Mauritius. (no disrespect meant by any of my own ignorance or confusion surrounding this truly fascinating holiday)

maha shivaratree is normally spelled mama shivaratri (but mauritians do it their own way)
it is a holiday to celebrate the hindu god shiva
it is celebrating when shiva drank some poison to save his wife(maybe?) and this poison turned him blue
woman are supposed to pray that their husbands are as loyal and brave as shiva, and if you don’t have a husband that when you find him he will embody these qualities
a pilgrimage is made
in india it is to the ganges river
in mauritius it is to grand bassin aka ganga talao
water from the ganges has been brought there, which makes it “officially a sacred place”
but there is a legend that says that water that shiva was carrying on his head spilled in the lake while he was flying over, which initial made it sacred.
you walk, drive or ride in a bus to get to the lake
many people who walk create large structures, covered in flowers and carry them to the lake

these structures have become bigger and bigger over the years. some encompass lighting effects, as well as music and sculpture
they create unbelievable traffic jams
during our journey we were told we would ride on a bus on the way to grand bassin, and would walk back to quatre bornes (a major city)
we ended up sitting on a bus in the heat and humidity of a wet mauritian night for 6 and a half hours
it was not pretty
when you walk, different businesses and homes open their doors to serve juice, water, coffee and food for the pilgrims

we had snacks passed to us through the windows of the bus

i started to lose my mind a bit so
we exited the bus for a about an hour and walk around.
the bus inched along and we caught up with it a little ways down the road.
we finally arrived at grand bassin at about 1:45 am
the air was thick with incense and music
we walked to the ENORMOUS statue of shiva

then to the lake where many offerings were made and prayers were said
bananas, coconuts, and flowers are all set on small alters that surround the lake
incense is lit and leaves and flowers are set afloat in the lake along with a wish or prayer
water from the lake is poured out of metal urns while saying a prayer(that i did not know)

offerings are made a shrines to all of the different gods, like goddess lakshmi, lord ganesha and of course lord shiva

different sects of hinduism follow one deity with more weight than the others.
once all the offering and praying was done, we wandered around looking for food, finally found some curry and rice and headed back to the bus, as now it was too late and we were all to exhausted to walk back.
at about 7:30am we arrived back to our friends place, hopped into our car and drove back to our little home by the beach.
we slept from about 8:30 until 1:30 in the afternoon… and were basically wrecked for the next 48 hours.

While the pilgrimage itself was an experience, being at grand bassin was incredible. the energy and spirituality was infectious, particularly because i find hinduism so fascinating. it is so completely foreign to us, it seems so mystical and fantastical. walking through thick clouds of incense, watching as people prayed over flowers and fruit was astounding. i have been writing a lot of poetry about the evening, perhaps soon i will post some here.

it was a trying experience, and a long night. but a night that i will probably never have the opportunity to witness again. and it is experiences like this one that remind me exactly why we adventure to the other side of the world. research is all well and good. but it is the people we meet and the once in a lifetime experiences that we have that make this all worth it.

blogging is hard

feelingsoptional — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 11:51:18 +0400

still alive and kickin it in Mauritius.

quick rundown of the recent days events….

we have made more progress on teaching our class… and will hopefully have a place soon

i am still in the works of planning 2 workshops for ms. nalini, one drama for kids and one for adults

we went to an event held by the us embassy at the university. it was a Skype lecture from a professor in france about obama… we weren’t exactly thrilled with what he had to say.

i have been taking bollywood, contemporary and kalari dance classes… aka i am sore and gimpy

we have been going to the beach everyday

we are not sunburnt

we are both making good progress on our research

we went on a hindu pilgrimage (post and pictures to come)

we were wrecked after said pilgrimage

it is hot

and humid

we went to another event held by the us embassy celebrating black history month, they asked all of the fulbright scholars and me to speak… harry and i both killed it

i read my own poetry for an audience for the first time

i did not vomit on myself

we are truly settling into a routine and a way of life here… and it is almost starting to feel normal

until you remind yourself that you are on the other side of the world and then its a little weird again

A whole dance, fashion and beauty experience

feelingsoptional — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 13:20:02 +0400

Today I ventured out on my own (i know, huge deal). Drove myself, to Floreal… no idea how I actually go there, because I got unbelievably lost in the process of trying to find Nalini Aurbeeluck’s Faith Beauty and Dance Complex.

Once I had finally arrived, I gathered my wits and entered through the main door. I was wished into a Kardashian type clothing store (some things were adorable, some were not as precious), which was only the front of a beauty salon (facials, hair, nails, the works).

As I waited for my meeting with Nalini, I had time to get rationally uncomfortable about the fact that I was wearing flip flops and a peasant skirt, and Nalini was wearing a red mini dress and flower number accompanied by stiletto heels.

Lucky for me Nalini was as sweet as could be, and proceed to ask about my dance and theatre training and to explain what her studio had to offer. Yoga, Bollywood, Contemporary, Zumba, and Kalari Martial Arts. She explained the pricing which comes out to about $34 in registration fees and $110 for 6 months of unlimited classes in one type of class. Meaning for $254 I can take unlimited Bollywood and Contemporary classes… umm hi thanks that offing awesome.

Even if the classes are terrible, I can be up and moving and have fodder for writing for less than $300 for 6 months…. WWALM? what would Abby Lee Miller say?

In addition to discussing the prospect of my attending classes, she also brought up the wonderful idea that I teach a drama workshop for her… a three month long workshop… I was floored, ummm yes. i’d love to. gahhhh. what?

technically i cannot work here, but perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement about payment? (haven’t approached this question yet)

but now I must prepare because on monday she wants to see what i’ve got… materials, videos of my work, etc….. only problem is, what have i got? I am like a 11,000 miles away from home.

I have no videos, I have no scenes, sides or excepts from plays…. but uhhh ya I can make it work, tim gunn style.

Any help, support, ideas, class structures, syllabi, lesson plans, scenes, plays…. anything that can be emailed electronically, PLEASE PLEASE send to me.

So for now, I will be scheduling myself full of dance classes… and preparing myself to teach… something