Din Nou

Again, or anew. The Drama Club met for the first time today since May and I was pleased with a turn out of 17 students, most of whom were eager to participate. As I made my way from work to the meeting, I questioned my nerves. Last year at this time while I prepared for my first encounter with the Drama Club, I could hardly sleep at night. The notes in my hands trembled as I delivered my cheesy little spiel and I wondered why on earth somebody so self conscious actually thought she could teach drama. Today was different. I felt nothing but excitement as I passed through the school's gates and crossed the cement yard. I made my way up the stairs and down the stairs and through the winding corridors that now feel rather homey with nothing but bursts of glee and the unnecessary paper-copy plan for the session. A symphony of hellos greeted me as I entered the room and we started year two of "Teach the Volunteer", also known as Drama Club.