Tuesday, June 9, 2009

1B, 2B, and 2C shows

1B says "ta-da!"


So for the past few weeks my life has been virtually consumed by year-end shows. You've already seen a bit of 1C's, but it was nothing compared to the great spectacle that were my other three classes' shows. These consisted of several musical numbers in both English and Hungarian, as well as several recited poems. Seriously, these 8 year olds can recite pages of poetry. I've included only one photo of each, primarily because it is actually rather difficult to get a non-blurry photo of children dancing.


Know, though, that the second graders performed both a musical play called "Tammy the Queen of Jams" (of the toast, not musical variety) and a modern Snow White. These taught them such valuable life lessons as that saying no to a King usually results in no trouble for you, and that if you are alone in NYC, going with a group of men dressed like the Monkees to play music in their garage is a great way to make friends. Know also that if you have a second grader punching a giant slab of styrofoam as part of your play, and have no way to rehearse this, the entire thing will be run into the ground when the thing snaps in half and everyone on and off stage starts laughing hysterically.



2C pulls Heni, aka Tammy, back and forth as the king and queen attempt to press her into jam-making slavery.

A Hungarian piece that I didn't fully understand, about a man who finds treasure and so is inspired to tie fish onto trees and thus trick his wife?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love you! Love, MOM o0xo0x

Dad said...

There is a big black market in jam slaves.

Nice wrap up to nice year with the kids. You done good!

Love ya and see you soon, Dad xoxo

Dani said...

I actually know the last tale! :) I think it's from India. The man finds a treasure, but if he tells this anyone, the state will confiscate it. The only problem is, his wife is a bit talkative. So he ties fishes on trees and tell his wife, that the day before there was a fishrain, or something like it, and he hides the treause under the trees. The man and his wife go to the woods to pick fish from the trees, and "accidentally", the man finds the treasure (again). His wife is really happy, and of course tells about the treause in the whole neighbourhood. When the police arrives to confiscate it, the wife is asked to tell where and how they found the treause. So the wife starts saying: "when we went out picking fish after the heavy fishrain..." The police thinks the lady is crazy, they don't believe that the treause really exists, so the man finally can keep it. VÉGE