And everyone of those stories is important.
Last night I was fortunate enough to see Clear Blue Tuesday. This was a movie musical that told a series of stories in an incredibly creative way. It was evident that everyone poured their heart and soul into this incredibly ambitious project and it really paid off. What resulted from all of their work was an intricate narrative that had me thinking about my story, and that, (in my opinion) is what great work does. I would highly suggest checking out the website, trailer etc and if there are more screenings, go. It will remind you of your story and it will take you on a journey you may not expect to go on. It left me thinking about my story which I'll share with all of you. Coincidentally, this also became a monologue in an ethnodrama I did with my students.
Well. I was still in Rhode Island. I was in
my practicum class in college and it went from 8a.m to 11a.m. During that class we were discussing a
poem about a man running over a deer in the road and we were arguing with each
other over how we present death to youth in a classroom setting and what texts
are appropriate to use. It was extraordinarily ironic because as we were
talking about the death of this fictional deer, all of these people were dying
in the real world and nobody told any one of us.
No one came into our class
room to tell us what was going on. They must have thought the classroom we were
in was empty or something. I mean the door was shut, but still it bothers me to
think about the fact that we weren’t told what was going on. I walked out of class
completely oblivious and was on my way to work when my friend Nicole stopped me
and said,
“Hey did you hear about the twin towers?”
and I had no idea what she was talking about.
Then this girl walked by me and without even looking at me she said,
“They’re
gone dude”
and just kept walking.
I got to work and found that everyone was
just sitting around watching the television and I was in this haze all day
wondering what happened and how it could happen. I remember waking up the next
morning to the television which was still showing footage on every channel
feeling like I was in this void.
When I eventually came out of the haze, it was obvious that I had to move on and teach.
I had no idea however, that just one year later, I'd be in a classroom with students who had watched this happen from the 5th floor of our school on the lower east side.
We all have a story.
Today, think about yours.
Instead of the traditional Excelsior, today I just say...
Remember your story..