Last Sunday (my, how the unblogged days go by!), Mer and I met up with Aunt Mary at Weathervane Playhouse in Akron to see Children of a Lesser God. Neither Mer nor I knew much of anything about the play. We had a colleague acting in the play (he was the one who told me about the production), and he had let me know that it was a play about deaf people at a school for the deaf. That was everything I knew about the play.

Without giving too much away, the play focuses on a teacher at the school who can hear, and a 24-year-old deaf woman who works at the school who has refused to learn to speak. They do eventually fall in love and marry. The play tells their story and the stories of a few people around them.

The set of the play was simple, but it worked – a few platforms and a chalkboard were enough to portray a classroom, a house, an office, a living room, and more.

The acting was fine, and the play was signed as well – either the actors signed themselves, or, for a few of the minor roles, onstage interpreters signed for the actors. I love sign language – it is a beautiful and elegant way to communicate, and it added to the production.

My only complaint about the play was not the production – it was the play itself. I found that I did not get into the two main characters; they were not bad people, but I just found that I did not sympathize with them. I’m not even sure why – my best guess is that both characters were strong and stubborn, and it frustrated me that their problems largely came out of that.

On the plus side, it did make me think about the deaf and how they communicate. One of the issues of the play was asking if the deaf should have to learn to read lips and learn to speak so they can communicate with the hearing world. It is an interesting question, and at least for me, I answer it with the same view as when people want to force immigrants to learn English. I don’t think the deaf should be forced to learn to speak (and I don’t think immigrants should be forced to learn English), but I do think they have to be prepared for the consequences. The deaf should not expect the hearing to learn sign language any more than Spanish, French, Italian, Chinese, etc. speakers should expect most Americans to learn other languages to communicate. If a deaf person wants to only know sign language, that is fine, but that person needs to realize that most of society will be closed off by that choice.

So, it was a worthwhile afternoon, if only to make me think more about the challenges deaf people face every day.

After months of trying, I finally made it to pro level in Wii baseball. I beat a pro team 4-2, and got to a rating of 1062 (1000 is pro level). I find Wii baseball almost exhausting. I still have trouble hitting splitters, and I am always second-guessing my pitch selection. I rarely get strikeouts, and rely heavily on my defense (which is computer controlled). I’m also pro level at golf and tennis, and I have great confidence in those games. Baseball refuses to get to a confident level for me. I may very well be back down in the bush leagues before long (you can lose points if you lose to teams), but for one happy night, I’m a pro in three different games.

On Tuesday, Mer and I (and four other chaperons) headed out with 150 seniors and juniors to go the short distance to Actors’ Summit theater to see Macbeth. We filled the theater; it was nice to have just our kids in the theater. The production went a little over two hours, and the students did very well, all in all. A few of them started whispering the “If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well it were done quickly” speech that they had memorized, but a quick glance from teachers cut that short. They also started getting a little restless in the last 15 minutes or so (including one girl next to me who had the giggles through much of the ending sword fights), but on the whole the kids did really well. They did laugh quite a bit at seeing Macbeth’s head on a pike at the end of the play (the head was clearly fake), but I can’t blame them for that – it takes going to theater for awhile to get used to scenery and props being suggestive instead of photorealistic.

As for the play, it was excellent. The set was simple, but effective – there were two sets of curved stairs on either side of the stage. Actors could enter or exit at the top of the stairs or go under them. This allowed for the witches to disappear under the earth, or for Lady Macbeth to be seated on a dais/throne. It worked very well.

The acting was great all the way around – they had many experienced actors on stage, with Macbeth and Lady Macbeth played by the co-artistic directors of the theater, real-life husband and wife Neil and MaryJo.

The “wow” part of the play was the vision for the witches. Neil (who also directed) decided to have the witches be on stage every time something bad was happening. It was as if they were actively driving the evil of the play. It was fantastic. So, they were on stage as servants when Lady Macbeth read the letter from her husband that the king was coming to the castle. They were on stage holding the imaginary dagger in front of Macbeth during the “Is this a dagger I see before me” scene (it was brilliantly played). They shielded Fleance from the murderers while Banquo was being killed so that Macbeth would not succeed. They even came on stage at the end of the play to surround the new king, Malcolm. Since Banquo was supposed “to beget kings,” we know that Malcolm cannot last as king either, so the witches appear to indicate the start of another cycle of violence (it reminded me of the end of the movie Beowulf in that way). I had never thought of the witches as so active in the play, and it worked really really well.

After the play, we loosed most of the kids on the local restaurants (on bus of students went to a McDonald’s so we would not overwhelm the local eateries). Mer and I went with two other teachers to Old Whedon Grille, where there were six students eating. It was about 1:00 or so, and we were the only people in the restaurant (10 people total). It surprised me, then, when it took about 40 minutes to get our food. It was okay – we had good fellowship rolling along in talking about the play and all, but the time pushed us so that the dessert addicts among us could not get anything sweet after the lunch.

Everyone made it safely back, so it was a great trip! Certainly a nice break from the work-day routine.

Last Sunday was Aunt Mary’s birthday, so we went down to Canton to see her and to go out to eat. Aunt Mary decided she wanted to go to Hog Heaven – a barbecue place in Canton. It was biker-themed, but the food was very good. Mer got into one of her very rare steak moods (her mood was rare – she likes her steak medium well), but Aunt Mary and I got the barbecue sandwich. I had only previously had barbecue in southern (Florida) restaurants, so I was surprised when they brought the sandwich out and it was plain pork with the sauce on the side. It was very good, but I had expected a messy drenched sandwich. It was less sloppy to eat it with a little sauce at a time.

After lunch, we headed to Circuit City to help Aunt Mary buy a new 26″ LCD TV. We got a Panasonic (which Sonotmu recommended) on sale (less than $600 even with tax), and headed back to Aunt Mary’s house, where I moved her TVs around (she has one on each of three floors), and I hooked up her new TV. The screen was very bright, but I could not quite get the picture to come in as well as I thought it should. Maybe analog cable does not come in very well on 720p High-def TVs. It was still good, but I expected to be wowed.

We spent some more time chatting with Aunt Mary and opening some gifts, and then we headed home with the oldest of Aunt Mary’s TVs – a 26″ TV from 1995. That was quite an upgrade from our 20″ TV from 1990! It is nice to have a bigger TV, if only to fill the space in our entertainment center (although the bigger picture has been fun for watching Dr. Who on!). I don’t know if it was related, but my putting in Wii golf was off for most of the last week. I’ll blame the TV.

  We’ve had a bit of snow here in the last day or so – quite a bit. We had 8-9 inches this morning and it started up again around noon. I’d say we are around a foot, and it is still coming down.

It is pretty, so I decided that I had to go tromp around in the stuff. I headed out (with my trusty camera), and headed toward CVCA’s running trail so I could wander in the woods. On the way over, the air was very still, the way it can get after a snowfall. I could hear motors running and laughter coming from CVCA. So, I wandered over to the parking lot to see two coach buses unloading the CVCA choir. They had come back from their three-day New York tour where they had sung and seen a couple of Broadway musicals. They were getting to unload their stuff in the snowstorm, which required a couple of the guys to be in short-sleeved shirts and one guy in shorts. Ahhh, youth. I talked with a couple of teachers who chaperoned the trip, and they said things went very well. I saw that I was not going to be much use in the unloading process, so I wandered off to the woods.

  The woods were great. It was quiet and pretty. Not surprisingly, I was the first person to be in the trail this morning. Although there were no leaves on the trees, the wind was still blocked out, so it was not cold. I got to see some birds in the woods, and the stream was pretty (my favorite part).

When I got back home, I spent some time shoveling the driveway. At one point, I joined two neighbors in trying to push a car up the street, but we could not make it up the very slight incline at the end of the road, so the driver had to turn around. Since most people were able to drive okay (including me and Mer shortly after), I can only assume the tires were really bald.

I got back in the house and Mer and I talked about groceries. Mer likes to cook on the weekend, and we have some students coming over to the house tomorrow night, so we decided to risk going out. I wanted to drive (that is the control freak in me), and that way I could be there if the car got stuck. The roads were okay (once we got off our street, which had (and has) not been plowed yet). I told Mer that there is always a price for me to go to the grocery store; I picked up three impulse buys in the store, but the crowning moment was going to Handel’s Ice Cream. In a blizzard. In a parking lot with 10 inches of snow in it. The manager was there and had only opened because two families had ordered ice cream cakes earlier in the week and were coming to pick them up. She thought we were one of the families and seemed a little surprised that we wanted ice cream. She was very kind – she heated some hot fudge in a microwave just for me, and gave us $1.00 off because we were there in that weather. While we were there, both families picked up their cakes, and she closed the place. We managed to be there for the 15 minutes or so that she was open. Yum!

It is not all bad being snowed in – we aren’t going anywhere else because of the snow, and we can enjoy it being pretty without going out in it. Unless I feel the need to tromp in it again!

Last Thursday, Mer headed over to our friends’ apartment for a Pampered Chef party. It was thrown by Londa, and so I asked what her husband Zach was doing. It turns out he was free, so we headed over to Rico Latte, the local free-trade coffee house. We were planning on then going to Friday’s for dessert, but we talked for so long at the coffee shop that we never made it. That was made up for by an excellent hot chocolate (Zach had a cold coffee drink) and a great peanut butter brownie (boy, it was really good).

We talked for over two hours. We talked about how to cultivate relationships with students, about how to improve teaching and classroom management, and more. Zach is one of the great people to be around in my life. He is open and honest, he listens well, and when he wishes you “God bless,” he really means it. I’m glad I could catch up with Zach.

On the Pampered Chef front, Mer had a great time and good food. The apartment is cozy, and it smelled great when I was there. Mer is looking at buying a few small things that would help around the kitchen. So, in all, a very successful evening.

Last Wednesday, Mer and I met up with our friends Matt and Liz Akers. They are great people. In a strange twist of fate, Liz taught Latin at CVCA in 2001-02 and then Matt taught Latin in 2004-06. They are both really bright (Liz is a lawyer and Matt is working on his PhD). In fact, Matt is on track to graduate with his degree in the spring. His thesis is on the view of Genesis in one particular theologian’s writing (from the 15th century?). His thesis is 225 pages long! Go, Matt!

We met up at a Thai restaurant that Liz and Matt like very much (yes, we have a Thai restaurant in the area). The food was very good (I had orange chicken), and we took our time with the meal. We chatted about Matt’s work, and talked about CVCA, and about Matt’s new fashion sense (he is now into overalls to go along with his love of handguns, cowboy hats, motorcycles, and outlaw country). Liz is very excited about Matt’s overalls (read with sarcasm, please).

I hope to stay in contact with Matt and Liz – it is always fun to be with them.

So, Shannon and Jolene came out this weekend, which was nice in and of itself (I attribute the niceness to Jolene). But what was above and beyond the call of duty was that they came all the way out here to primarily to teach a high-level (Shannon insists on “master class”) improv class for the Royal Fools improv group (which I coach). They got here about 1:00 on Friday and Shannon helped me do a few tech things (like formatting an Apple drive and answering a tech call or two). Shannon and Jolene got to sit in on Mer’s period 9 English class, where the class was reading out of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. The two primary actors were in costume, which was fun, and they both have acting experience, so they did a fun job. One of the great moments was when they read a line from the play that went something like, “The only thing that keeps us going is the irrational belief that at any minute someone is going to show up,” and at that moment a student came in though the classroom door, which was unplanned. It was great. The class did that for about 10 or 15 minutes and then played a review game for their upcoming Hamlet test tomorrow. At that point, I went back to my desk to finish up some things.

After school, Shannon and Jo and Mer and I got together with the Fools. We started around 3:30 and went until about 5:30. Shannon and Jo ran the whole thing. They introduced us to a hectic warm-up game called “Bunny Bunny” where you keep chanting one of three different things depending on who “has the bunny.” It is very high energy, and got things off to a rousing start. Jo then went over some of what they were going to cover in the class, and they started in with exercises. They had games and exercises that concentrated on heightening “to the grotesque.” They had Fools in scenes with specific personality traits, they had Fools doing three-line scenes, they had Fools heightening to the point where they were having trouble breathing (the Fools were given a specific task like laughing or singing where they had to keep raising the bar until Shannon yelled “scene”). The Fools responded really well, trying all the exercises even if they pushed the Fools hard. Shannon and Jo did a great job. I wish I could have them come back every 4 or 5 weeks – we’d be a much better group than with just my coaching.

After the Fools practice, we took Shannon and Jolene to Aladdin’s restaurant in Hudson, where we met our friends Zach and Londa. We had a great meal with much laughter (Zach and Londa are fun people). We saw several other CVCA people, students and even a board member. We went to pay for our meal after a leisurely pace only to find out that the CVCA board member had paid for the meal before he left with his family. That was tremendously kind, and we were very grateful. Zach and Londa and Mer and I headed to Coldstone Creamery for dessert while Shannon and Jo went to a coffee shop (they have given up dessert for Lent). Zach gave us a 2-for-1 coupon for ice cream, so the dessert was going to be cheap, which was happy. A CVCA student was behind the counter and helped serve us, and then he used his discount to bless us as a group, so we ended up with two ice creams for under three dollars. What a remarkable evening for people being kind to us. After the ice cream, we met back up with Shannon and Jo and went home, where we watched an episode of the BBC version of The Office. Shannon and Jo had seen it before, but still found it really painful to watch again. For those who have not seen The Office, it is very much humor based on making the watchers uncomfortable because the characters are so very  unaware that they are jerks. It is fun to watch, but very painful at the same time.

Saturday morning, we all went to Yours Truly where we had a huge breakfast. I was finally able to pick up the tab this time to thank Shannon and Jo. After the meal, we wandered around Hudson and went into a great coffee house that was fair trade and helped employ people with disabilities. Good for them! We got hot chocolate (me and Shannon) and coffee (Jo), and then wandered over to a very cool toy and games store, where Shannon bought a card game called Stupiduel where you have to explain how your odd cards will help you win. I’m looking forward to playing it (we did not get a chance this weekend). We finished up in the Learned Owl bookstore, where somehow Shannon and Jo did not buy any books. We went home and chatted while Mer went to get groceries. We got a chance to listen to Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me. We chatted some more, then went to the upscale West Point Market in Akron for “tea” and scones. We actually had scones with cream and hot chocolate and coffee (and Mer had water and a sandwich). We spent about a half hour wandering around the store after “tea,” and Shannon bought a 4-pack of a very good root beer. We went home, where Shannon and Jo napped while Mer made supper and cinnamon rolls (yum!). After the sleepy ones woke up, we watched a short animated Hamlet and talked about it. Once supper was ready, we watched one more episode of The Office, which was even more painful than the one Friday night. Once that was over, we broke open season one of the new Doctor Who, which Shannon and Jo very kindly brought to give to me and Mer. It is really well done – well written and very good productions. It was quite wonderful to see Doctor Who again – I had only seen two new episodes (which were lost episodes released a few years ago) in 17 years. I was a HUGE Doctor Who fan when I was in high school, and it was comforting to see the Doctor again and hear the theme music once more. Ahhhh. That was wonderful. We chatted some more after the show, and eventually made our way to bed around 11:30.

Sunday we slept in a little, and Shannon and Jo left about 8:30 (Mer and I decided to go to the second service at church, which starts at 11:30). It was a fine weekend – I’ll have to see if they’ll come back out again, if not this year, then at least next year for the Fools again. It really was a great practice.

Yesterday, CVCA had its second annual talent show. I was most excited because the Ceili Club (Irish dance club) was going to make its public debut. We had 12 students lined up (ha!) to dance, and they were (almost) all able to wear their Ceili shirts and dark pants or skirts. It was visually really impressive. We went sixth in the talent show (I say we, but I was not dancing – I’m just the advisor). For organizational reasons, they had the acts waiting in the wings to go on stage, which was okay except it meant we did not get to see the first five acts, which was too bad. CVCA has always impressed me with the amount of talent it has, and the talent show displayed that well. There were about 14 acts total, and many were vocal and/or guitar acts, which is what I would expect from high school (lots of singers and lots of guitar players). They were very good; in fact, vocal and/or guitar pieces took all four prizes at the show (1st-3rd place and the audience’s “people’s choice” award).

In addition to the vocalists and guitar players, we got to see “devil sticking” (where you keep a third stick moving with two sticks held in your hands), a Rubik’s-cube-solving race (how very 80s!), instrumentalists playing flute, oboe, piano, and violin. And, of course, Ceili Club!

There were three judges, who really did judge the competition, but they also commented on the performances for entertainment purposes. Taking the cue from reality TV, there was a nice judge who always said nice things, a mean judge who always said bad things, and a confused judge who always wandered off topic. The mean judge was amusing since it was one of the nicest teachers at CVCA. She pulled it off, but did tell me later that it was really hard.

I’m super proud of the kids in Ceili Club. They did a really great job. Getting 12 students on stage and coordinated is no mean feat, and then they had to do the dance three times (it’s a progressive dance where you keep switching partners). It was a great evening.

The quest for getting to 10 mph on the treadmill continues to be interesting. I got fairly sick last week (the week of the 4th), and I could not run that whole week. I also did not do well running leading up to getting sick (I think my body was starting to fight the bug), so in all, I did not run for about 10 days. Enter this week. I decided I’d take it easy and run at 9.3 mph (I had been at 9.7). I was gasping for air by 10 minutes, dumbed the speed down to 9.0 mph at 12 minutes, and quit around 15 minutes. I just felt lousy. That was Monday. Tuesday and Wendnesday were busy, so I did not run. Thursday I managed to run for over 20 minutes by slowing down to 9.1 mph. What happened to my endurance? Shesh. Friday I got lazy and did not run (bad me!), but I finally managed 25 minutes of gasping along this morning. At 9.3 mph. Sigh. How do you lose 0.4 mph in 10 days? It takes me a month to train up to that speed, and I lose it in 10 days?

I’ll try to get back to 9.7 mph next week. Even if I manage that, I’ll still have lost 3 weeks of training time for getting sick again.