Ode To The Drama Teacher

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We stumbled on a wonderful poem a few weeks ago, by Samantha Bennett, entitled “Ode to the Drama Teacher.” We posted a link to it on Facebook and were astounded by the response we got, so we reached out to the author of the poem that speaks to so many of us. Samantha Bennett, originally from Chicago, is the creator of www.TheOrganizedArtistCompany.com, dedicated to helping creative people get unstuck from whatever way they’re stuck, especially by helping them focus and move forward on their goals.

Bennett is the author of “By The Way, You Look Really Great Today” – a shockingly popular book of poems that includes “In Praise of the Capable” and “Ode to the Overwhelmed” as well as a book of daily prompts & inspiration, “365 Reasons To Write.”She is also the author of several plays, including, “Kiss The Monster,” “Miss Millicent’s Fall Recital” and “In A Booth At Chasen’s.” She is currently writing “It’s All Been Said Before, But Not By You,” a get-it-done guide for the creative person.

Based in Los Angeles, Bennett offers her revolutionary “Get It Done” and “Get Your Work Out There” Workshops, teleclasses and private consulting to overwhelmed procrastinators, frustrated overachievers and recovering perfectionists everywhere.

SAMANTHA BENNETT, ON HER POEM: I am not exaggerating when I say that I owe my very life to the teachers, coaches and camp counselors (yes, I went to theatre camp – Camp Harand, anyone?) who taught me how to act and, in the process, taught me how to live.

This past October I was delighted to be asked to present two days worth of workshops for the California Educational Theatre Association at their annual retreat at Asilomar, CA. We had a blast.

To honor them and the extraordinary work of teachers everywhere, I wrote this poem.

Ode To The Drama Teacher

And as you stand there: Aghast Because we’re three days from Opening Night and Ado Annie still doesn’t know her lines and The Dream Ballet is a Nightmare and The Light Board Op just got Detention…

Let us now praise You.

You, the Permanently Fatigued. You, the Loyal-to-the-Point-of-Self-Neglect. You, the Keeper of a Thousand-and-Eleventeen Secret Dreams.

You are the one who makes it all Look So Easy. Who would have expected that the most important Skill you learned getting your BA Was Juggling?

Juggling Paperwork and Personalities and oh, right – weren’t you supposed to have a Private Life around here somewhere?

But even though you are Sick to Death of Spoon River Anthology You still puddle up every time you hear There’s A Place For Us No matter how Off-Key.

And while you still remember when you Brought the House Down in Midsummer You now love This House.

You have created a House where any child – no matter how Flamboyant, no matter how Shy – Can embrace their Inner Ethel Merman (and thanks to those English 101 classes you now must teach, you are keenly aware that using “their” in the previous sentence is increasingly considered correct and honestly, it’s really the only sensible answer as writing “his or her” is as damaging to poetry as the participle that dangles.)

And you have created a House where any child – no matter how Flamboyant, no matter how Shy – can dive straight to the Deepest, Darkest, Quietest corner of human suffering and bring a room of teenagers – and yes, you, too – to silent tears.

You have made a Home for the Misunderstood A Family for the Misfit and a Safe Spot to land no matter how bad The Mid-Terms are.

Because despite all the Budget Cuts and The Paperwork and The Meetings about the Meeting to Schedule the Meetings and The Truancies and The Parents Dear God The Parents and Did we mention The Paperwork?

Nothing on this Green Earth compares to watching a group of kids Learn the true meaning of Ensemble.

And nothing compares to the pure joy of watching The Ones whom you knew would Eventually Get It Finally. Really. Get It.

And nothing nothing nothing compares to The Confidences shared in low tones as they seek you out in Your Office, The Choir Room The Front Seat of the Van on the way home from Fullerton.

You aren’t teaching Drama. You are teaching Life Which we all know is a Comedy – a Chekhovian Comedy – but a Comedy nonetheless.

And you aren’t teaching Choreography You are teaching them to Dance.

And you aren’t teaching them how to be a Character. You are teaching them how to be Themselves.

So here’s to you – Making room for Art in a world that seems to have no room for Art.

(Because, by the way, that room has been repurposed as the new Standardized Test Prep Center – you don’t mind rehearsing outside, do you?)

And here’s to you – Scrounging around for new shows that somehow match the sets you already have Because some Genius on the School Board has Recently Announced that not only can you not perform Huckleberry Finn Or Anouilh’s Antigone (probably because he couldn’t pronounce it) and Given the flap over the Scene from M. Butterfly last year, I guess March of the Falsettos and The Vagina Monologues are Out of the Question for the Spring So Oh Dear God it looks like it’s going to be Arsenic And Old Lace one more blessed time.

But that’s OK I love Arsenic And Old Lace.

So here’s to you – Making room for another Coffee Mug with those damn masks on them

Making room in the Chorus for Just One More

And Making room for each and every child To Be A Star.

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