Polka dot skirts ruffle in wings
As twenty Year 7’s excitedly group
Waiting to skip on and smile at parents,
Hair backcombed, and adorned with ribbons,
Wishing they had lines, but that day will come,
When they’re the oldest and the main parts are theirs,
The Sandy’s and Danny’s are just out of reach,
The beautiful solos bringing tears to the eyes
Of an audience brittle with pride for their kids.
As the orchestra hit the final note
And the leading lady kisses her man,
The lights will dip for the final time
And everyone rises to excitable feet,
Encore! Encore! They all did so well,
Say teachers who secretly wipe away tears.
I went to watch our school’s summer production last night and all I can say is Oh My God! It was absolutely amazing and the work that must have gone into making it that good must be immense.
If you couldn’t tell from the poem, the production was Grease and our Year 10’s were playing the main parts. That means that these kids are only fifteen and they were performing in a way that would impress West End casting directors (if I may say so myself).
I often go off on huge rants about how bad behaviour is and how little respect kids have and how their attitudes can leave a lot to be desired. And I know when I say these things, I’m only focusing on the half that couldn’t care less.
Today I want to shout about the ones that do give a damn, because they deserve some attention and they give me so much hope for the future. And I want to say how proud I am of the students who took part – several of the English teachers were crying, it was so brilliant.
The standing ovation was enough to set me off. Well done to those that take part (and to the music and drama departments that put in some serious hours to pull these events off). You are all bloody amazing and I wish that I had even a smidgen of your talent.