I took my first field trip as a teacher. And it was a great one.
In my two junior classes we are reading The Color Purple. As luck would have it, about a half hour down the road in this little town the Indians call Manhattan, The Color Purple is playing at the Broadway theater. (One block away from Letterman.)
I was a wreck. Taking the subway from school, letting the kids have lunch on their own in Manhattan. "We get to roam around the city on our own???" one astute young man asked. I almost had a heart attack. Because in essence, that was exactly what it was.
At one point, I asked, "who's nervous?" Of course none copped to it. I said, "Well I'm not going to lie, I am."
But it was good for them. They need practice being responsible. They needed to be back to the theater at 1:30 pm for a 2:00 show and they were all on time.
So they snuck in roasted peanuts and a large Jamba Juice. (You'd be surprised what the inside coat pocket can hold.) They were all well behaved, quiet, appropriate and I was SO PROUD of them, I'd take them on another trip in a heartbeat.
The play was OK. I actually liked the movie better... they play was slick. Good music... but didn't really capture the emotions that the film did. (Or the book obviously.) But not a bad play if you're in NYC and looking for something to see.
No comments:
Post a Comment