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| In 1998, I attended a workshop for aspiring playwrights. For the presentation, we had to write part of a play script which we would later be completing. The part had to be a few minutes in length, with the expectation of a two-hour finished product. Simultaneously, there was an actors' workshop going on. The writers' group met Monday, Wednesday, Friday, the actors' group Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and everyone together (10 x 2 = 20 people) on Sunday. We had to submit our part-script, which was then read aloud in the writers' group. We had to choose someone else's script to direct, and direct the actors for the presentation. I chose to write about the plight of teachers. This came from seeing the low salary and prestige teachers got in my country, and was particularly sparked by an item I read in the newspaper about another country (not naming which one) paying its teachers in vodka and toilet paper instead of money. (Hey this was well before the pandemic, toilet paper wasn't currency then.) My script was titled 'Who Stole the Cookies From the Cookie Jar', which was a popular children's 'clapping' game. The next verse was "Who Stole the money from the treasury". It went on, in a series of nursery rhyme spin-offs, to Humpty Dumpty and the students falling down and getting irreparably broken. For the presentation, I worked out the nursery rhymes and spin-offs - leading to a dark, hopeless future for the education system. I really enjoyed the actors bringing it to life. The audience thought it had a great message and people waited for me to complete it, meaning write the parts in between - what happened to the teachers and the taught. I didn't get around to it because I simply couldn't figure out how to make the dialogues as interesting as the nursery rhyme spin offs had turned out. Everything seemed to be a let down. The workshop leader said it needed hard work and thinking - and truth be told, I was too lazy to put in that effort. in the meantime, something has happened. Something very nice. Teachers' salaries have gone up. They are treated with more respect than before. So the future doesn't look as bleak as I had seen it then. I don't need to give the message any more, and I'm glad of that. This, then, is the story of my unfinished writing project. (PS - I don't know the current status of the vodka and toilet paper country, in case you were wondering. 426 WORDS |