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... of Summer!

We are officially done with One Act Play! This had been the best and longest season that Hendrickson High School theater has ever had. We made it to the state competition. We did well. We didn't place. And we are all now on the down hill ride to the Summer.

I have no desire to be at school. I feel like I am struggling to stay awake, alive, and well. Then I look around at the teenagers sitting in my desks and I realize that they want to be there even less than I do. Of course they don't want to be there. They are teenagers and the weather is nice and they have their yearbooks and their caps and gowns in hand and they are being made to sit inside for 8 hours a day for little to no purpose.

I'm starting to understand that no teacher (especially no theater teacher) really teaches for the last 3 weeks of the year. The seniors leave a week early, everyone else is preparing for finals, and the students mentality is literally: "I worked hard for the last 32 weeks, I think I can stand to slack off for the last 3". Well... they are sucking me in to their little club. I had some really instructional last few weeks planned and they are slowly getting less and less involved. The kids don't want to work, I don't want to grade, the theater just needs to be cleaned and organized, and we all want to do the cliche run out of the school, screaming and flailing on Thursday June 4th.

The only thing that will get me through the next (less than) 3 weeks without deciding that I can't do it for another year is God. He has me in this school in this position for a reason. I have just started gaining some influence and building some good relationships with some co-workers and students, but if I'm not careful, crazy-end-of-the-year-Anaka will ruin it all with her apathetic attitude. I need this day off to be recharging and I want to go into the next few weeks with the light of Christ shining through my life in this difficult time for everyone.
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