I thin kthat some folks who didn't read this blog may assumed that I had become so enraptured by educational technology that I had no more time for more soulful pursuits. But my reasons were quite different-- I had not become tired of Shakespeare. I had become tired of myself. I felt I had become a kind of entertainer:
I had the sense in class that I was performing. All modesty aside, these were good performances, but I could almost see myself teaching as I taught (not good).
Well, I think I am ready to go back. I have been sounding out members of the drama department about teaching a Shakespeare class that would combine literature study with dramatization. If they agreed, I believe, we might create one of the most popular courses in the school. Regardless, I think I could make the course far more experiential even if they did not want to help me rebuild the class. In other words, I have new ideas. Time has given me a fresh approach to the Bard. He didn't need it; I did.
Who knows what the next school year will bring. But if it brings Shakespeare, I am ready to end my separation and recommit to my old flame.
