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Jan. 13th, 2006 11:00 amA recent post in
serenejournal's journal reminded me of a favorite school story of mine. It's not a great story to tell because I don't remember enough of the details to make it significant for anyone else. I'm posting it here as a .
It was in my introduction to theater course my first year at UC Berkeley. I was starting to think that I didn't have whatever it took to understand modern theater. We were discussing Rockabye by Samuel Beckett. I was completely lost. When Dunbar Ogden, my teacher, asked me a question about the play. I really wish I remembered all the questions he asked me that day. Each question built on the next. Some of the early answers I struggled with, but as I answered each question it got easier. Until all of the connections with language and staging and all of it made sense. I went into class that day having no clue what the play meant. I left that class understanding it and a lot of what Beckett was doing in his weird little plays. He's still one of my favor playwrights.
It was in my introduction to theater course my first year at UC Berkeley. I was starting to think that I didn't have whatever it took to understand modern theater. We were discussing Rockabye by Samuel Beckett. I was completely lost. When Dunbar Ogden, my teacher, asked me a question about the play. I really wish I remembered all the questions he asked me that day. Each question built on the next. Some of the early answers I struggled with, but as I answered each question it got easier. Until all of the connections with language and staging and all of it made sense. I went into class that day having no clue what the play meant. I left that class understanding it and a lot of what Beckett was doing in his weird little plays. He's still one of my favor playwrights.