 |

Maybe there was a day at Charles Wright when you discovered to your surprise that drama or music opened up an entirely new side of yourself. Fear became confidence, or perhaps shyness became self-reliance. You had a role in a play or musical or concert, inspired by your teachers, buoyed by your peers.
And you performed in a low-ceilinged, bowling alley-like space so ill-suited and small that you literally had to go outside just to appear on the other side of the stage! No dressing rooms, no wings, no set or costume storage, small productions the only option, limited audiences — the boundless potential of the performing arts to add luster and creativity to your life, constrained by a plywood stage in an old study hall.
You remember your language arts instructors, teaching a foreign language, perhaps, or English, or writing — teaching you these vital subjects in inspiring ways, even with 18 students crammed into a classroom designed for 12, few options for computer-aided teaching and just one bathroom for the entire west wing.
And you hoped it wasn’t too hot or cold outside, because the room had no central HVAC — or raining, because the roof had started leaking again… |
 |
 |
 |