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Dutch has now had three acting classes.* She loves them. The night before her third class, she said "tomorrow is going to be the best day of my life, because I have acting class!"
My ulterior motive in encouraging her theater interest is I feel that being a theater geek in junior high/high school might be a safe haven for her. Theater geeks, after all, usually have a happy social clique, and also usually welcome talkative, eccentric kids with glasses and strange fashion choices. And acting class is a great place to bring your crazy feelings, no matter what your age.
Though maybe I should be looking for science classes, or a debate club for preschoolers. Dutch has an alarming combination of my righteously indignant convictions about The Way Things Ought To Be plus Cook's dogged persistence in the pursuit of details, and is lately driving us completely bonkers with her interrogations about Exactly How Things Work.
* One class happened to fall on the day when she was nearly mute with a bad cold. She insisted on going to daycare and class, because she really really didn't want to miss class, and she tried to conserve her voice as much as possible by NOT TALKING. It was really weird spending time with Dutch when she wasn't talking. (In case you haven't had the pleasure of her company lately, you should know that Dutch talks almost constantly, and fills any spaces between sentences with gibberish songs and chants.) I vacillated between really enjoying the peace and quiet, and feeling really uncomfortable and worried.
My ulterior motive in encouraging her theater interest is I feel that being a theater geek in junior high/high school might be a safe haven for her. Theater geeks, after all, usually have a happy social clique, and also usually welcome talkative, eccentric kids with glasses and strange fashion choices. And acting class is a great place to bring your crazy feelings, no matter what your age.
Though maybe I should be looking for science classes, or a debate club for preschoolers. Dutch has an alarming combination of my righteously indignant convictions about The Way Things Ought To Be plus Cook's dogged persistence in the pursuit of details, and is lately driving us completely bonkers with her interrogations about Exactly How Things Work.
* One class happened to fall on the day when she was nearly mute with a bad cold. She insisted on going to daycare and class, because she really really didn't want to miss class, and she tried to conserve her voice as much as possible by NOT TALKING. It was really weird spending time with Dutch when she wasn't talking. (In case you haven't had the pleasure of her company lately, you should know that Dutch talks almost constantly, and fills any spaces between sentences with gibberish songs and chants.) I vacillated between really enjoying the peace and quiet, and feeling really uncomfortable and worried.
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