My freshman year I decided challenge myself by taking drama. Ever since I was little I had sat in the bleachers and loved the productions that the drama class would put on. I always wanted to try it out. Little did I know that it would be so much hard work, but so much fun. Blocking, or figuring out where you are going to move and when, has got to be the best part of preparing for a play. I remember Adrina wearing a fat suit that she could hardly move in. Not knowing this, I tried to help her off the floor like normal, to our surprise I ended up dragging her across the floor.
December 2008 seems like a long time ago, but I remember it so well as the week of Mr.Voley's class performance of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. Havoc ran amuck! The sound had failed the night of dress rehearsal, costume pieces were missing, and finals needed to be taken. Backstage was like a menagerie at a circus, people running everywhere. Over there you had mustaches being glued on, over here you had the sound being fixed, and over there is where you went to take you finals. Not to mention that while the clothes were being ironed, the iron melted the carpet. Everything was falling apart.
We had not worked four and a half months through blood, sweat, and tears for nothing. The old saying “the show must go on” was completely relevant here. The show had to go on. After everything had finished falling apart, a wonderful performance blossomed. Never had I thought that our drama class could pull together and actually make it through a scene without messing up or talking. But the performance was wonderful, the sound worked, costumes were right, and scene changes were prompt.
To the younger generations at Kenny Lake School, you should be begging Mr. Voley to teach you drama. Not only is he a great drama teacher, but he lets you stand on your chair and say your lines with emotion, and if you’re lucky he might just teach you to play with swords. Thank you Mr.Voley.