“I Know My Place” A Brief Reflection on the Act I Henderson Rehearsal That Never Was (Aka Thanksgiving Break)

“Telling them I know my place, as I would they should do theirs” – Malvolio (Act 2, Scene 5, Lines 52-53)

So yes, we didn’t actually meet with our group on this day, seeing how it was a holiday and all.

I did however get a phone call from our site manager.

To begin, this wasn’t actually on Thanksgiving, it was the day before.

But that’s only important so when I start by explaining that I got the call in the middle of eating lunch in my favorite sushi restaurant you don’t think I’m some sort of freak who eats sushi for Thanksgiving.

No offense.

Anyway, so I’m in the middle of lunch when my phone rings, and it was reflex more than anything that caused me to pick up my phone in the middle of a restaurant for an unknown number.

Turns out it was good that I did though since the caller turned out to be our site supervisor.

Although she framed it as a “just checking in call” and did in fact ask specifically about one of our students, it was ultimately a “are you planning on volunteering again with us next semester” call.

I did my best to explain how the class worked, it being a volunteer component specific to a class and all that, but ultimately pulled the “but you can always get more information from my own supervisor though” card.

Sorry Dr. Soderlund.

What made me bring it up, and by extension blog about it, was two things. 1, I am REALLY skeptical about whether we’ll be getting any permission slips back for our students, although our site supervisor did say she sent them home, and 2, I feel really guilty that I’m not going back next semester.

Not enough to actually go back though, so maybe I don’t feel as guilty as I good, but despite the struggles with the project, I have really enjoyed working with our students and hope that they are able to find another activity next semester.

I’m not really sure to do with a type of guilt that makes you feel bad, but not bad enough to actually do anything about it though.

I wonder if there’s a Shakespeare play for that.