Ice Cream, Rain, and Shakespeare

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We had been looking forward to this for a week, my tenth-grade students and I. We had planned to walk to the Zagyva Cukrászda for an ice cream cone during our last lesson of the year. We had even agreed to meet fifteen minutes early so that we would have enough time. When the hour arrived, the rain could not melt away our plan. We went forth with the umbrellas we had, just barely enough to cover everyone, almost. As we splashed through puddles along the Zagyva, a long line of schoolchildren in colorful rain capes streamed by us on bikes, along with a few adults.

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We made our way to the ice cream place, bought ice creams, and stood for a little while under a couple of rooves.

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The rain slowed down; as we walked back to school, just a drop or two fell our way, and the wind started to blow. Later the sun came out onto the rooftops. But the rain has already earned honor: it was the obstacle that got in no one’s way. This outing would have been an adventure even in the sun, but the rain made it more so.

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Earlier in the day, two ninth-grade students asked me for more videos from the Shakespeare event. Here they are in succession. The first is from the dress rehearsal; the second and third, from the performance.

So the year comes to an end with ice cream, rain, and Shakespeare.

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    Diana Senechal is the author of Republic of Noise: The Loss of Solitude in Schools and Culture and the 2011 winner of the Hiett Prize in the Humanities, awarded by the Dallas Institute of Humanities and Culture. Her second book, Mind over Memes: Passive Listening, Toxic Talk, and Other Modern Language Follies, was published by Rowman & Littlefield in October 2018. In February 2022, Deep Vellum will publish her translation of Gyula Jenei's 2018 poetry collection Mindig Más.

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