The film kids are making a movie about shape-shifting aliens this year. I sat in on a production meeting where it was explained that they need permission to film a scene in a grocery store. The aliens go to get food, end up freaking out, running up and down the aisles madly and then vaporize a security guard. "But dont worry, the vaporizing happens off-camera."
We have a couple of autistic kids taking part in the program. One of the ideas is to keep them as integrated and involved as possible. We've talked about the fact they are there in meetings, but it still caught one person by surprise. He came up to me with a very earnest, freaked out expression (he's the only one I can see do it.)because he had yelled at the kid to focus during a class. "Nobody told me he's autistic. I thought he was a fuck-up."
Yesterday, in the midst of all the chaos trying to get kids to warm-ups, myself to a phone to call my phone service etc. etc., one girl comes bounding up to me. "Good morning. Because it's not a good morning until someone says "Good morning". Bye."