The Guy is sitting in a school desk -- the old fashioned kind.
The stage is otherwise empty and quiet.
Today is his last day as a high school theatre teacher. Tomorrow, a new phase of his life begins, one without lesson plans, lectures, tardiness, rehearsal journals, doctor’s excuses, and early morning laziness. He will miss scolding kids for not being off-book, pushing them to be better, building sets, designing posters, blocking shows, running light boards, staging curtain calls, watching students learn, watching them grow, evolve, mature, create…
… especially that. He will miss that most of all. Watching them create. Not just a role, not just a show. But a life. An identity. Watching them create themselves.
The Guy will miss this part of his life. It has been so rich and so abundant, that he wonders who he would be today without this job, without these students, without this single experience. He is sure he’d be less than he is today.
There should be lines. But to find the words to express what these four years have meant to him is a Herculean task that can never be accomplished in a short play like this.
So only this will have to suffice:
Thank you.
A school bell rings. The lights go out.
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4 comments:
No, thank you. :]
that was really beautiful cody
Your students were lucky to have you as their teacher. I am SURE you made a huge umpact on their lives. Congratulations!
It was great having you as a teacher; good luck in your endeavors.
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