Sunflower has been telling her dad and me about her role in the school Christmas play for weeks now and was obviously excited about it, asking more than once if we will be there. I planned to be there early enough to sit near the stage, but like most of my plans, it unraveled pretty quickly. Having to drive over an hour to be there will do that. Gary and I got there just in time to grab some chairs and find a place to sit at the far wall, as far from the stage as a person could get and still be in the same room, but hey, we were there!
Gary found Dove and Sunflower standing with their classes, waiting to take the stage, and hurried over to say hello before the show started. They were dressed up in festive red, and Sunflower was jumping and down with her friends, probably fighting the urge to shove the teacher out of the way, take over, and start barking orders to get the show on the road.
Maybe they should have let Sunflower take over. From beginning to end, the show was a disorganized, chaotic, bumbling mess. I am not running the kids down, mind you. Elementary school kids can’t be expected to throw a Broadway-level show, and they need a lot of reminders and guidance and prodding. Seeing as how none of the teachers involved seemed to have any idea what was going on, that definitely wasn’t happening.
Scenes that required multiple children on stage at one time, having conversation, took forever because for some reason, the teacher decided to have exactly one microphone for the entire show. ONE. So the kids were forced to speak their line, walk across the stage, and hand it to the next student, who spoke his or her line, then trekked across stage to hand it to the next person…as you can imagine, after just a few lines, this became tedious. Try several acts, with kids not taught how to properly hold a microphone or how to speak into it, so that 90% of what they said disappeared into thin air.
Sunflower, for her part, spoke clearly and loudly enough for everyone to hear. She enjoyed herself immensely and seemed oblivious to the disaster unfolding around her, so we clapped, smiled, and gave her a thumbs up.
When Dove’s class was finished singing, she hopped down from the stage clutching her elf mask and hurried over to us, eager to show us her new dress and boots. When Gary told her, “You did great,” she humbly answered, “I know”, and climbed onto his lap to enjoy the rest of the show.
I am glad the girls had fun, but going to events at their schools is always a harsh reminder of how the kids are being sold woefully short. Their school district is less than impressive, to put it mildly, and disordered shambles like that Christmas show are typical, simply extensions of the lack of caring, lack of professionalism, and general apathy and lack of ambition in that entire town. But as long as rotting there means Crow can keep mooching off her father and take no responsibility for herself, trust me, the kids will be forced to stay right there, no matter what the cost is to them.