If you listen to any of our podcasts, it may surprise you that I am a generally a quiet person. I am an introvert by nature. I like to stick to myself and my circle of friends. This has always been true. However, as a teenager, I would never had the courage to record podcasts, do cosplay, speak publicly at convention panels, or manage any of the other many responsibilities that I share in as a member of the TBK staff.
I did not like to be called on in class while in high school. I did not like doing presentations. I hated when I had to solve a math problem at the board or read aloud. I generally did not want to be noticed. I wanted to blend in. This desire carried over to other parts of my life as well. I initially struggled while working as a hostess and waitress at a restaurant. Turns out that people respond better when their server is engaging.
Despite my intense longing to be unnoticed, I wanted to be onstage and backstage. I realize to this day that it makes no sense. I signed up for theatre class even though my mother disapproved. I fell in love with it all; with the strange movies, the plays, improv, the heavy red curtains, the beautiful stage, being stage director, applying stage makeup, the camaraderie and diversity of my classmates, learning to become a separate and more vocal person.
I still carry lessons that I learned with me. Do not wear jeans to a theatre – it is not a causal affair. Do not give a standing ovation unless it is deserved. Do not drink soda before speaking publicly- it can make your voice crack.
My time in theatre class also left me with a lasting appreciation for the construction of backdrops whether it be at a concert or play. Not to mention my obsession with gorgeous theatre halls. I have annoyed countless friends and family members staring at the ceiling of these buildings and pointing out the splendor.
I credit my teacher for helping to shape the person that I became. He treated me as an adult when many people in my life did not. He encouraged me to think for myself and to push the boundaries of my comfort zone. Without his guidance, I might not be able to give my co-hosts such a quick witted retort. I wouldn’t be nearly as good at zombie makeup, that’s for sure. I might not be able to stay calm and speak eloquently while doing my job as a nurse. I wouldn’t know how to pretend to be an extrovert when I need to. I wouldn’t be quite the same me.
This week is teachers appreciation week. Every year I think about this teacher and how proud I am to be a theatre kid.
To all of the teachers out there, thank you for your hard work and sacrifice. I’m not sure why teachers and nurses share an appreciation week but out of all of the professions that they could have picked, I’m glad that I share one with you.