It's been four years since I've taught a drama class. In four years, I forgot how much I enjoyed it. I laugh every day at the craziness that comes out of high school students. For them, I think this class is like recess....
We've been working on pantomimes in class. Creating small stories without props. Today's assignment was a real person pantomime. We had moms driving cars, little kids watching TV and even Michael Jackson doing the moonwalk. My favorite was a dead on pantomime of our principal when he walks into a classroom. Hysterical. Really. Everyone knew who she was doing.
Next, a student did Neil Armstrong walking on the moon. And the following conversation brought tears to my eyes.
"Isn't it Armstrong? Isn't it Louis?"
"No. Louis was a jazz trumpet player. Neil was the astronaut."
"Yea. Yea. Neil. Didn't he just die or something?"
"Yes. He did."
"Oh. Now both moonwalkers are dead."
Confused looks on the faces of the rest of us....
wait for it....
"Yea. Neil Armstrong AND Michael Jackson."
Really. I can't make this stuff up.