That Awkward Moment…

When one student requests a Shakespeare club at school, so you start one to see if there would be interest, and 20 FREAKING KIDS SHOW UP to the first meeting, and 5 MORE SHOW UP TO THE SECOND. Here are just a few things that have gone through my head over the last week:

“Welp… I was expecting five members max but this is fine too…”

“WOW he actually wrote an election speech to become president…”

“Please vote for him. Please vote for him.”

“Yes they voted for him!”

“I’m so sorry that you didn’t get elected, but the club does not need an assistant secretary, or a field trip specialist, or an official janitor. I do not need, nor want a personal assistant, thank you very much.”

“The position of Almighty Overlord has already been taken… by me… of course”

“Shakespeare Club is Snap Chat famous apparently”

“Apparently I have to meet my officers during lunch to discuss… tactics… why do we need tactics? It’s Shakespeare club for lords sake!”

“How on earth did my treasurer already raise ten dollars?! We don’t even have something to spend it on yet!”

“So my president has taken a survey and all the kids want to do Hamlet for our first play… this is gonna go so well. I hope they realize that it’s a bit more intense than The Lion King” 

“No we are not watching The Lion King, you guys chose Hamlet and we are watching Hamlet, Dang it!”

“My officers have decided that they are now called Shakespeare’s Squad”

“Why are there more of you?! I need to set a limit for number of members cause this is getting ridiculous”

“I said you could bring snacks for the movie… who paid for those five pizzas?”

“Oh look soda, popcorn and cookies too…”

“Maybe we do need a club janitor”

“Why yes, Hamlet is confusing”

“You actually like this movie?”

“You actually love this movie?!”

“A student just thanked me for starting a Lit Club…”

“I need to find a place to get club shirts…”

“I’m excited for next week too… but lets tone down the snacks just a bit”

“This was a good decision”


I definitely have this on a shirt and the kids want this on their official club shirts as well


My Voice 

It is my privilege to stand up for those who have grown up and are growing up with less than myself.

Theatre Review: Rumors A Play By Neil Simon; Performed by Theatrikos In Flagstaff

Last night I had the privilege of seeing Flagstaff, Arizona’s local theatre company, Theatrikos, perform Neil Simon’s farce Rumors. Rumors is a play about a 10th wedding anniversary of the Deputy Mayor of New York, Charlie Brock and his wife. As the first guests arrive they hear a gunshot coming from the house. Inside they find Charlie with a bullet hole in his left ear lobe. The remainder of the play consists of a completely ridiculous attempt to hide what has happened from the other party guests, who continue to show up throughout the first act.

Local theatre is a wonderful part of any community and I am particularly proud of Flagstaff’s Theatrikos Company. With direction from Northern Arizona University professor Dr. Mac Groves the cast shines as overdramatic wealthy people. The action is fast paced and every actor was able to keep up with the plot, the other cast members and the audience’s reactions. There was non stop laughter as alcohol is consumed is copious amounts, food is dropped across the stage and a man loses his hearing for a bulk of the first act.

The actors fed off each other to create a well rounded performance that features seasoned veterans of the stage and some new faces. There is clear chemistry between the various couples on stage and the timing of every joke keeps the laughter consistent throughout the story. I would like to give a special shout out to my fellow teacher and friend, Kyle Haynes, who made his theatrical debut as one of the disgruntled police officers that comes to investigate several complaints from Charlie’s house. Since last nights show was a preview and the fist performance of Rumors in Flagstaff, I think it can only get better. There were a few stumbles that are expected in live theatre but that cast carried them beautifully.

Well done Theatrikos. Well done in deed.


Crazy Cat lady

I had a conversation with a student yesterday that really made me think. Why is it weird or sad for a woman to love their cat but it’s fine for everyone else to love their dog? I adore my cat. He came into my life at a very difficult time and has been my constant companion/ personal space heater ever since. It was his birthday over the weekend and I decided to spoil him by getting him one of those suction cup window seats. When my kids asked what I did over that weekend I told them, and I was met with a sea of eyes that told me I was living a sad life. That I was doomed to miserable and alone for the rest of my life… because I love my cat and got him something special (he absolutely adores his new window bed by the way).

I am generally proud of being considered a crazy cat lady. I love all animals, but my life is just better suited for cats. Why does that make my life a sad story? Why is it alright for dog owners to go out and spend hundreds of dollars on beds, toys, and clothing for their pets, but when I do the same thing (not that I spend hundreds of dollars) it’s considered sad and is met with pity or laughter?

This question is most often met with: “But dogs are more loyal! Cats are mean. Cats don’t care about you. Dogs are just better.” Yes, there are a good number of cats out there that would rather be left alone and aren’t considered the nicest animals. But dogs can also be mean. Dogs can also be less than loyal. All you doing is lumping all dogs into one category because you had a good experience with one, and all cats into one category because you had a bad experience.

My cat, Sootie, is a total sweetheart. He greets me at the door every day when I get home and loves to cuddle more than anything. He does not hold grudges against me after I’ve had to clip is claws or give him eye drops. He is a wonderful ball of fluff, and my life is infinitely better because of him. Believe me when I say that I was truly miserable when I came home to a completely empty apartment every day.  I know that people act the same way about dogs and are met with agreement and adoration. So why are cat people the odd ones out?

Just think about it. And give my cat a chance. He’s pretty darn great.