Hello, Internet! Cole here. As of this writing, it is the 27th of June. The springtime is over, the school year is over, and my time at high school is over. That’s right – after four years of toil and dedication, I am moving on to four years of better toil and dedication. As one might expect, the days preceding and following my graduation were filled with pomp, circumstance, and Pomp and Circumstance. For posterity’s sake, I will chronicle the celebration as best I can.
My son, Eli, has had the privilege of performing in SPARC’s LIVE ART for the last 4 years. The LIVE ART program is for youth with and without disabilities in the Richmond community. The students work together in a variety of performing and visual arts classes throughout the school year. While rehearsing their performances, they build relationships and understanding of one another using SPARC’s unique C.A.R.E. curriculum based on compassion, acceptance, respect, and empathy. SPARC students come together in June and put on a show at the Altria theater for over 3,500 people that features national and regional recognized recording artists. However, the stars are not national recording artists. The true stars are the 200+ SPARC students who give it they’re all!
Hello, Internet! Cole here. I watched a performance of the play “Into the Woods” at Godwin High School on the 11th of this month. Now, this performance was interesting for me because its original script spawned a live-action movie of the same name, and I had already watched that rendition before seeing this one. I did compare the two a bit in my head, but I will discuss this play on its own merits as best I can.
Hello, Internet! Cole here. I’ve been rather busy lately, and not always with things I think are worth writing about. I’ll be sure to write about something new soon. In the meantime, I’ve compiled a few short essays I wrote recently. Hopefully, they’ll provide a bit more insight into the way I think.
The building we entered was long, narrow and darkened. By the right wall lay a rather small stage-like area, containing little more than four semi-fancy chairs; by the left, a line of foldable metal chairs for the audience. In the far-left corner was a black-iron spiral staircase leading up to a balcony overlooking the floor below. To the right of that staircase was a hall of public bathrooms, and to the right of that was a well-obscured set of drinking fountains. This modest place, located in the heart of Richmond, was the Coalition Theatre. Here, I would watch the performance of Asperger’s Are Us, a group of sketch comedians with the same condition as myself.
Editor’s Note- Cassidy wrote for us last year, you can read it here. Here is a follow up from her, sharing a huge step forward. Help us share Cassidy’s progress. We are so proud of her!
Hello, Internet! Cole here. The wonderful Christmas season has finally come and gone once again, and we’re all just picking up the pieces now, making what happy memories we can to keep our hearts warm through the biting physical and spiritual cold of January. I’ll do my part to spread the little cheer that remains by describing my own memories of Christmas vacation. This year, I celebrated Christmas by visiting my grandparents in Illinois. This type of vacation is not an uncommon event for me – in fact, it’s been a tradition for some time in our family to visit our grandparents each Christmas season. Nevertheless, a number of elements and events were out-of-the-ordinary this year, enough so that I consider this particular vacation worth writing about.
Hello, Internet! Cole here. It’s been some time now – senior year’s been busy – but I’m finally back to writing for pleasure now. Today, I’d like to review a play I saw in October. Its name was “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time”, and it was very, very good.