National Teacher Day: Ode to the Drama Teacher | Intimate Excellent

Today is National Teacher Day. To honor these miraculous, tireless, under appreciated and underpaid  heroes on the planet, we are reprinting this post.  Share it with a teacher you love! Say “thank you” to a teacher who changed your life!

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Everyone has that one favorite teacher, right? That magical person at the head of the classroom who changed our life? Opened our eyes, mind and heart? Inspired our spirit and sense of direction, pointing us toward a new path of possibility and making us believe we could not only survive whatever journey lay before us — but succeed as we traveled.

For many of us, that one unforgettable, extraordinary life-changing figure was a theater teacher.

Ode to the Drama Teacher

by Samantha Bennett

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.

© 2011 Samantha Bennett
Created especially for the CETA (California Educational Theatre Association) Conference, Asilomar, CA, October 21-23, 2011

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