An RD Moment from Grade 10

On Friday afternoons, we had a free period at the end of the day that could be used for homework and study. I dragooned a couple of classmates into staging a ‘hip’ reading of the wall scene in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. My director’s choice was end up with dumping a load of confetti as the finale. Except for a few guffaws, the class reaction to this ‘sure-fire’ brainstorm was embarrassingly minimal. I recall my red-faced female lead and I down on the floor afterward cleaning up after class. Well, they can’t all be gems, I recall thinking.