Today's mime workshop was cool.
Hot actually - since the electricity went off and we had neither ac nor fan but twenty sweaty kids in the room trying to learn mime and one sweaty me.
It was either the heat or fascination for the macabre, but I've never seen a bunch of kids so enthusiastic about fainting (which was the action-of-the-day). 80% of the kids had never fainted in their lives. Most hadn't even witnessed anyone fainting. But all fell to it with dedication. And an authentic job they did too! Legs crumpling up neatly beneath them, arms limp, face on the floor - I was impressed.
I suspected they were doing it because they got to lie on the relatively cool floor till they were "woken up". But I continue to remain impressed.
Tuesday, May 2
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This blog is dedicated to:
To all those who spent years memorizing useless facts ("mugging up" or "by-hearting" was the verb we used when I was a kid).
To those who never discovered why art and music classes were always sacrificed to accomodate science and social studies if the time ran short and the syllabus remained incomplete.
To all those who mixed chemicals in labs and never figured out the connection with some equations written in their blue lined notebooks with thin red graph paper.
To those who who eventually enrolled in the algebra-is-a-cobra school of thought
To all those who wrote exams so they could become an engineer, doctor, software professional or something like that. And to those who wrote exams just to get their parents off their backs. And to those who write exams to get their "fix" of seeing a 98 on their report card
To those who blissfully spent several years at a university drinking chai and old monk, smoking grass, satiating lust and finding love.
And to all those who have, at some time or the other, sung with heart-felt emotion, that old pink floyd number - we don't need no education....
To all those who spent years memorizing useless facts ("mugging up" or "by-hearting" was the verb we used when I was a kid).
To those who never discovered why art and music classes were always sacrificed to accomodate science and social studies if the time ran short and the syllabus remained incomplete.
To all those who mixed chemicals in labs and never figured out the connection with some equations written in their blue lined notebooks with thin red graph paper.
To those who who eventually enrolled in the algebra-is-a-cobra school of thought
To all those who wrote exams so they could become an engineer, doctor, software professional or something like that. And to those who wrote exams just to get their parents off their backs. And to those who write exams to get their "fix" of seeing a 98 on their report card
To those who blissfully spent several years at a university drinking chai and old monk, smoking grass, satiating lust and finding love.
And to all those who have, at some time or the other, sung with heart-felt emotion, that old pink floyd number - we don't need no education....
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