The Ills of Illnesses

Wow. It happens every year, of course. The new school year starts and after a few weeks, students start dropping like flies.

The virus takes hold of the campus. Extra sessions abound! Parents are on campus more than their kids, picking up homework that might get done, if the VIRUS will let the student wake-up long enough to tackle it. We in the Fine Arts begin to fret. Group projects fall apart. Partner work becomes irrelavent. Rehearsals become shadows of what they should be.

"Half of our group is away today. What should we do?"
"Do what you can, I guess"
"But we perform tomorrow"
"I know - it sucks."

This is a conversation I have had with many of the students in many of my classes.

Like troopers, the cast members of Little Shop of Horrors attend our rehearsals. One Assistant Stage Manager is relegated to three hours of water-boiling and tea-making. That is, if the Assistant Stage Manager isn't too sick to come to rehearsal. My Stage Manager, dedicated as she is to our cause, comes to our rehearsal against my advise, against her mother's advise, and tries so hard to fulfil her duties.

Thank you Zoe, for your admirable dedication to your job!

For my classes - colds and flus suck. There's no way around that statement.
For my show- I guess all I say is,

"Well, better now that one or two months from now."