We Report on the End of Summer
The child, who's turning 10 next week, has had a triumphant end of summer. He has found himself. He has discovered his talents. This is great for a 10 year old, cause he has LOTS of time to perfect them, too. Like maybe 90 years.
First was the week of theater. For a birthday present, he was given a week at the Gemini children's theater summer camp, at which he collaborated with other children in creating a play. Then they performed this play for friends and family.
It was great! I figure I shaved at least two years off Purgatory, just by being in the audience! Cause let me tell you, the bestest bestest playwrights are not actually 10 years old. Nope. Cause if they are 10, then the plays they create are either anarchic structureless conglomerations of several children running back and forth across the stage for no reason (that'd be the play the child was in), OR they are overly structured plot-driven predictable things wherein good saves the world from evil, using a deus ex machina structure only without the throne coming down from the catwalk, which would have improved the thing greatly, if only temporarily.
He loved the experience, though, and he wants to go again next year. He says he's an actor. Great.
Also, he's been starting cross country training, which he's been doing for two weeks. And after two weeks of training, he ran the 5K race up and down hills in our borough.
I like this, cause it's lot less scary than swimming. I was worried he'd get lost, but that was it. Well, until another child threw up at the finish line -- then I worried about that.
But not only did he finish (which was all we were hoping for), he made it in less than 30 minutes, which was a big shock.
So now he's a runner.
He's an actor, and a runner, and he's pretty proud of himself, and I only hope we can get him to do his homework next week.
In case he needs, you know, like a job and stuff.
First was the week of theater. For a birthday present, he was given a week at the Gemini children's theater summer camp, at which he collaborated with other children in creating a play. Then they performed this play for friends and family.
It was great! I figure I shaved at least two years off Purgatory, just by being in the audience! Cause let me tell you, the bestest bestest playwrights are not actually 10 years old. Nope. Cause if they are 10, then the plays they create are either anarchic structureless conglomerations of several children running back and forth across the stage for no reason (that'd be the play the child was in), OR they are overly structured plot-driven predictable things wherein good saves the world from evil, using a deus ex machina structure only without the throne coming down from the catwalk, which would have improved the thing greatly, if only temporarily.
He loved the experience, though, and he wants to go again next year. He says he's an actor. Great.
Also, he's been starting cross country training, which he's been doing for two weeks. And after two weeks of training, he ran the 5K race up and down hills in our borough.
I like this, cause it's lot less scary than swimming. I was worried he'd get lost, but that was it. Well, until another child threw up at the finish line -- then I worried about that.
But not only did he finish (which was all we were hoping for), he made it in less than 30 minutes, which was a big shock.
So now he's a runner.
He's an actor, and a runner, and he's pretty proud of himself, and I only hope we can get him to do his homework next week.
In case he needs, you know, like a job and stuff.
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