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...compiled the storyline and characters of “No Child” from almost ten years of experience working as a “teaching artist” in schools across New York City. The play follows Sun as she teaches a 10th grade class at the Bronx’s Malcolm X High School to read, analyze, and ultimately perform Timberlake Wertenbaker’s 1988 play “Our Country’s Good” over the course of a six-week theater workshop. Wertenbaker’s play tells the story of a group...
Sitting in her seventh-grade classroom nearly a decade ago, Emily K. Crockett ’08-’10 blinked, just as she did thousands of times...
...parents always told me that I could be whatever I wanted to be—provided that I studied very, very hard, got into a good college, and beat everyone in 2nd grade math class—and when I was young, I believed them. But cold-hearted reality has since set in. On the brink of graduation, I find myself doubting that I can have it all: the dream job, the money to make rent in New York City, and, most importantly, true love with an intelligent, yet handsome, and preferably rich, husband. Whenever I get down on myself...
...singing both onscreen and on the soundtrack. More surprising, perhaps, is that “Walk Hard” is only the latest entry in a long musical career for Reilly. “I grew up in Chicago, doing a lot of community theater and musicals all through grade school and high school,” he recalls. “Music has always been a pretty important part of my life, and now it’s just becoming a more important part of my career.” So how did Reilly prepare for this self-proclaimed...
...know my wife's cake - secondhand. I wondered how could I warn Sasha about this drug. Without firsthand experience, could I still reason effectively with him about it? I wondered if there was anyone who could, who could say something like "Look here, son, when I was in fourth grade, reading Crime and Punishment and doing analytic geometry, I tried getting high on ketamine and it seemed great, but let me tell you why it really wasn't"? I held Sasha's arm and watched his face as the plaster cast hardened. He was tripping, staring into the mystical middle...