Me and Orson Welles (Linklater, 2008)

All the world’s a stage…

Most of my high school years were spent in and around the drama room at W.T. Woodson High School. Dramas in the fall (except, inexplicably my senior year when Mrs. B.—I could never quite forgive her—decided to do a second musical when I was ready to shoot for a dramatic lead), musicals in the spring, one-act play festival in between. The productions gave shape to the year, but it was the community that developed around the productions that gave shape to those years and what I actually remember more than stage business or particular performances. By my senior year, I was assisting in the introductory class while taking the advanced class. Over twenty-five years later, I still have the award given to one (and only one) graduating senior for outstanding contributions to the department. The friends I hung out with were almost all from the drama troupe. The girls I kissed (or wanted to kiss) were all  in the drama troupe. My immersion and investment in that social group was such that being a writer, director, and actor was not something I considered my hobby or even my (eventual) vocation: it was my identity. Continue reading “Me and Orson Welles (Linklater, 2008)”