Wicked Blessed

For some reason I've gotten the opportunity to see a lot of theatre for free lately. I was very excited about this because 1. I love theatre forever and ever and 2. I'm super cheap. I feel as if it was a confirmation from God that I'm suppose to be here. I got the invite to the table, now I just need to create a dish. Or, to say it in another way, someone (anyone) needs to cast me!

While I was waiting for someone to appreciate my great talent (and sex appeal, I must add) I got to see some decient shows. I finally experienced The Blue Man group, and was throughly entertained, although I doubt that it was as inventive as it must've been years ago. I also got to see my favorite, Jan Maxwell at the theatre that helps pay my rent, in the very interesting Wings. But nothing quite topped Office hours at the Flea. The show was incredibly intense and stirred feelings that I last had watching Dead Poets society or in my 11th grade AP English/History class, I can't remember which. Speaking of my AP English and History classes of yesteryear: I'm sure Almacher and Akers would be proud of me. I just got a lesson plan together to teach 12th graders about the musical Wicked. I was the only one in the room without a masters degree, but I was also the only one with a power point. Yes, I was over prepared, and was encouraged the students to think for themselves. We shall see if TDF liked this approach.