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28 March 2006

Shakespeare in Small Towns

I have two nephews. One is turning 14, the other is turning 11. Both handsome kids. Smart, funny (hereditary), good hockey players (not hereditary) and are generally pretty popular kids. Every now and then I get struck by how amusing kids are at this age.

The school in which they attend (about 250 kids from grades 4-12) are putting on a collection of Shakespearean Plays. The invitation (photocopies 8.5x11 sheets folded in 4) exclaims: "You are invited ot our Shakespeare Fest!"

Where: School Auditorium
Date: Wednesday, April 5, 200 (the 6 is cut out)
Time: 6:30PM
Admission: $2 Adults & $1 kids

"Come and enjoy a night of Shakespearean plays. The night will include Julius Caesar, Macbeth, Romeo & Juliet, and A Mid-Summer's Night Dream. The evening will end with a lovely Shakespearean feast. So come and have a great time at the theatre!"

My youngest nephew is playing Julius Caesar. He's the Puff Daddy of Shakespeare's Crew. He's like that though... the class clown... the kid that never grows (informed me that he just hit 62 lbs with his shoes on)... the one that gives less than a rat's ass about social decorum. So he's Julius. My oldest nephew is a bit more reserved. He's funny, dry sense of humour... hollow legs (is capable of eating you out of house and home), and he's in a Mid-Summer's Night Dream. He's the Fairy King. Unsurprisingly, the role of Fairy King is not as popular as one would tend to believe in a small and rural school.

He came over tonight. I said "Hey kiddo - excited about next week?!" I got a look.

"Andrea." *deep sigh*
"Fairy.... King. I'm wearing purple pants."
"Not so cool, eh?"
"Well, atleast it's better than *friend*... he's just a fairy."

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages."
--From As You Like It (II, vii, 139-143)


Smarts said...

Leave it to that one to find the upside!

Potor said...

I don’t know if I could handle 8 hours of “Out! Out! Damned spot!” from 11 year olds.

Ms Dare2dv8 said...

no one with any human capacities could handle it for 8 yrs - that's why it's squished into an hour and a half. We're big into squishing where we come from. :)

bloggomatique said...

Isn't it:
All the world's indeed a stage, and we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience inside this gilded cage