The boys recommended listening to Esther on our way to school. We had already listened through Joshua, Judges, Proverbs, and Ecclesiastes. While we listened, I kept remembering the version of Esther that we performed when I was in 8th grade. I was looking for a play to do this year. So over Christmas break I typed it up and began editing it.
When it felt like doing this play was going to be a reality, I reached out to the original author to negotiate performance rights. He agreed to let me use my adapted script, on the condition that the scripts would be destroyed and there would be no recording, except photographs, of the play. Hopefully, if people want to perform the play again, they will seek out Esther by Sidney Henriquez for his script.
The main alterations to the script were combining scenes so there were fewer scene changes, writing in more female roles, and toning down some of the Western interpretive elements, while strengthening the historical and Jewish connections. There were so many times while I was editing a scene when I got stuck trying to convey something that I didn't have the words for. I would pause and pray, then begin typing again, and the words flowed.
Because of that, when the students began saying their lines, I did not feel particularly possessive about any of them. If they could adapt it to make sense, but easier for them to say or memorize, I gave them that freedom. Our favorite rehearsal was a props rehearsal, when they were allowed to say everything in own words. They did a great job understanding the meaning, then translating it into modern English.
However, things did not go smoothly. Many of my new actors didn't understand that when I said lines needed to be memorized, I meant that they would have to work on it outside of rehearsals. Several seemed to think scheduled rehearsals were optional, or as long as they came to two a week, it didn't matter what two they came to. Spring soccer had practice and games shortly after rehearsal, so some of the soccer players didn't come to rehearsal for a few weeks.
But it wasn't just the students. I was/am teaching three elementary classes and three high school classes. Four of these required either writing or rewriting significant portions of the curriculum. The other two and books and workbooks, but explained concepts in very obtuse ways, so I had to figure out what they were trying to teach, then explain it in simpler words. Between grading, lesson prep, and basic directing, I was so busy just trying to survive. God gave me the energy every day, but there was not a lot of creative problem solving happening, simply because I didn't have enough time.
So when two of my students brought in bags of sari's and dresses from India, we went with it. Between the costumes left over from previous performances and our church's nativity costumes, we were able to find clothes for everyone, and even costume changes! The manager of the thrift store was amazing at finding just the right props and set pieces.
Early on, the high school students agreed that participating in the play would be better than going extra days in the summer, so I had all their help, but it required a lot of oversight that I couldn't give them. That meant it didn't get advertised as much as planned, the program ended up giving several people a headache, and we didn't get a Spanish translation. But all in all, it worked out, and most people were very happy with out it turned out. Those students who didn't act, but worked behind the scenes said that if they knew how much work it was going to be, they would have volunteered to act.
Several parents volunteered to help with snacks, tickets, and refreshments, as well as adding a fundraiser to help raise money for the venue. They were amazing, but afterward they told me that it was a lot more work than they had expected. But they also said that they want to come do it again, but start working earlier next time.
I don't know how some of the things happened. At just the right time, people helped out. Kids made the scene changes happen. They figured out when to change costumes and when to enter. They reviewed lines backstage. Mom washed and mended old costumes. Dad painted the set. The boys taught other students how to run the lights and hook up the keyboard to the computer and speaker. A friend took photos.
I am filled with gratitude for everyone who helped out. And I must give praise to God, but it was only through his strength that this happened at all.










































