Yes. I went to a drama camp. Well … it was called Music Camp.
Because of this – I have become a little bit addicted to Worship Naked (it’s a blog)
Mainly because I read this post . Tracey is the director of a Drama Camp. In that post, she describes the stereotypes who abound at such camps.
Genius.
theres always the Bratty Boy; the boy that says, Ewww. There are no boys at this camp, only girls. Ewwww. I dont wanna do this. Ewwww. This sucks. So where is Bratty Boy now? Oh, hes lying down over there in another corner. Guess hes just plumb tuckered out from all that participatin hes doin. Or hes drunk. Frankly, Id rather he lie there than bother the rest of camp.
Etc.
Sounds, too, like she has a little Keith M. at her camp:
But then, ah, then, theres always The Boy Whos My Hero, the one who is sure enough about his emerging masculinity that he can go to football camp or baseball camp or basketball camp and STILL come to drama camp. And where is this boy, you ask? Well, hes the one onstage right now, fearlessly leading the charge before all the other boys and getting up to audition, opinions be damned.
As a matter of fact, all of her Drama Club posts are classic.
More:
and also this one, humorosly titled: “I might start drinking” – in which Tracey confesses that she has, in a matter of a week, become the “Simon Cowell of kiddie drama”. heh heh heh
Bets – I posted these for you. Although we all went to Music Camp as children, you are the only one who is RUNNING Music Camp now. :)
Sheila — Oh my gosh. Small blogoshpere! I’m a true fan of your site as well, having recently developed an addiction to it!
However did you find mine? I’m curious. I don’t know if I’ve commented here before. I’ve been too shyly skulking about.
Be sure to say howdy next time you come by!
(Oh, and I’ve more to say about dratted drama camp — which finally ends tomorrow! Thank GOD!)
Oh, and a post about my recent night of “Macbeth” at the Old Globe Shakespeare Festival — which can’t really be described here ….
But you might appreciate it.
Keep up the great work over here!
Awesome tales! This summer we had one “bratty boy” who decided he wanted more attention so he pulled the “I’m homesick” line. I take homesick kids very seriously so I called upon the highest ranking boy counselors to pull all of their years of experience out and see if we could keep this kid…finally, he looked at the chief counselor and said, “I’ll stay if you buy me a choco-taco from the store” – I should have called his mother to come and get him immediately!
Tracey –
Well. I saw your URL in my referral log and … well, frankly, became frightened that some kind of spiritual porn site had linked to me. hahahaha
But imagine my surprise when I went over there and found this eloquent funny bitch-slapping religious theatrical woman who knows how to tell a great story – not to mention the fact that she’s talking about Drama Camp – a topic near and dear to my heart.
I LOVED the Beau Brummely story too. hahahaha
Betsy – hahahaha Choco-taco – the kid was bargaining??
Sheila — Okay, now I get it. Of course. The referral thingie. I’m really not too internet savvy.
And I forgot the most important thing last night. Please chalk it up to pre-show jitters. Thank you for your kind words and the lovely link! “Eloquent, funny, bitch-slapping religious theatrical woman” — I gotta tell you, that’s the nicest thing anybody’s said to me in a long time! Especially when you consider someone recently accused me of “having demons”! ;-)
And Betsy — “Choco taco”? Well, I would’ve gone Old Testament plague on that kid’s ass!
tracey – I read that “demon” story. I found it very upsetting. It’s … it sounded like it was such a closed door. Like – a decision had been made, and that was IT for her. It was upsetting. I mean – I only know what you posted, but I thought it was brave to post it.
Tracey – I hadn’t even thought of the plagues!!!