Well-thumbed books everywhere
The litany begins:
The First Bushman’s Path
The Toxic Mix
Drama as Therapy
African Theatre Youth
Routledge Intensive Italian Course and
On and on and on
And this right here
This is the room of one of South Africa’s top 20% of learners
The Toxic Mix makes me sick – a past of segregation and a present of incompetence is creating generations of morons
Which I call my peers, my leaders and my followers
The only reason I’m not one of these incompetent, semi-literate hopeless people is that I had the luck to be born in Europe, in Italy, to parents in the middle-upper class.
And after spending three hours investigating a Nigerian play which echoes the cries heard in South Africa in the 1960s, yet still today…
I am now staring at my neat bulleted list.
This research aims to:
What is the point of drama, what is the point of education, hence, what is the point of my life, if the above two entities have no meaning, what the fuck am I doing here? What the fuck am I spending four years doing? What the fuck am I dedicating my life to?
You should not teach if you do not have the passion.
That’s a quote, and common sense.
What if you have all the passion,
And you start to suspect you may be genuinely, sincerely convinced, about the wrong thing?