Days pass as quickly as the screaming buses that whiz through the lone main street of Shantipur.  It seems that the few moments that I am actually in my room, I am napping and then a knock comes at the door, food is delivered and I have a quick bite before heading off again.  Although it took a few days, a routine appeared for about a week’s time.  Each morning started with planning, since each day I had only a sketch of an idea of what should happen with the theatre group.  A knock on the door and breakfast arrives.  A quick, cold shower (no geezer in this room) and t

Tonight reaffirmed why I am a teaching artist. During the day, my three ELL drama classes culminated in performances for their classes.  The students grabbed control of the work, enjoying themselves and exciting their classmates. Then they were invited to perform at ELL Multicultural Night. Some could come, some not. At 6 pm, their time arrived. The 1st and 2nd grade drama group had but a third of the class there. in a matter of moments, the students stepped into other roles and wonderfully played parts they had never done before. They needed not a jot of help. My inspiration.