School Days

GODS ON STAGE

I belonged to a generation that preferred to stay behind the scene of a production. The very thought of facing an audience was nerve-wracking and intimidating. However, the generation of students at Global Prestasi School (GPS) take to the limelight like fish to water. There are still the shy students of the International Program (IP) who, like me, adamantly remain behind the curtains, but majority are very much at home strutting their stuff on stage. There is still the usual cajoling – bordering on threatening – for some to take the roles, but convincing isn’t that difficult. Peer pressure usually does the trick and the reluctance eventually turns into commitment to the roles.

The stage before opening night of "Of Gods and Mortals"
The stage before opening night of “Of Gods and Mortals” (photo by Sarah Huinda)

This year’s IP production was titled “Of Gods and Mortals”, a concept that was ruminated upon by the old theatre team and brought to life by this year’s re-energized crew. The point was to veer away from the commonplace variety show format of song-and-dance built against a flimsy storyline. Literature primarily mythology and epic became the anchor points of the scripts that the IP students worked on with a little help from the IP-English teachers who laid out the structure. Thus “Of Gods and Mortals was born: Looking at the past, before the supremacy of science, there was a distinct line between the gods and mortals. Life was simple: the deities did not tolerate the insubordination of people thus repercussions were expected, which were swift, with any act of defiance. In one of the most well-known mythologies, Greek mythology, the Olympians walked the Earth as humans and behaved like humans. They were petulant, narcissistic, irascible – name all the feelings of humans and the Greek deities exhibited them – and yet they demanded complete fealty. However, they weren’t exactly benevolent or reciprocal in their dealings with the mortals that they greatly pressed loyalty from. Similarly, in Egyptian mythology, the gods and goddesses assumed human form, walked the earth, and ruled ancient Egypt – as pharaoh – with the same tenacity as the Greeks. Analogously, the Hindu epic Ramayana, which has been adapted by Indonesia, the lives of deities and mortals were entwined in a saga of human values, war, defiance, brief reconciliation, and knowing one’s place. Meanwhile, the mortals tried to live as piously as they could amidst the vicissitudes of life. Their end goal was to lead peaceful lives vis-a-vis the omnipresent deities who had no qualms in wreaking havoc at the slightest whim. They knew their place in the hierarchy of life and abided by the dharma or divine rule.

Dress rehearsal: Isis telling Osiris her plan to dethrone Ra. (photo by Theresia Sabono)
Dress rehearsal: Isis telling Osiris her plan to dethrone Ra. (photo by Theresia Sabono)

December 12 was premiere night and Global Hall was filled to the rafters. Interest was stoked and curiosity piqued when the posters and banners started surfacing in and out of school weeks before the play date. The BBM group of the parents of the elementary students fuelled the fire of interest greatly with their incessant texting about the tickets – “Have you gotten your ticket?”, “Are you buying platinum (Rp200, 000) ticket?” – and suddenly tickets were selling like hot cakes. Tension, commingled with excitement, was mounting as premiere night drew near. Nerves were getting frayed as last-minute efforts were made to ensure everything was working – microphones, lights, sounds, and projector – and in place like the pillars on stage, the banner across the stage, and props within easy grasp of the actors. Then only a few hours were left before show time.

A scene from Parade of Gods and Goddesses - Isis and Osiris plotting against Ra
A scene from Parade of Gods and Goddesses – Isis and Osiris plotting against Ra
Sinuhe (foreground) does a fight dance in The Adventures of Sinuhe
Sinuhe (foreground) does a fight dance in The Adventures of Sinuhe

Showtime was exactly at 6pm much to the surprise of some of the audience. Unknown to or ignored by others, an IP production always starts on time. The mandatory prayer was delivered by grade 7A student, Hanna, which segued into the national anthem sang by sixth grader singing sensation Morei accompanied by the elementary violin ensemble. The hosts, Raine and Gisele, both from 7A, kept the crowd abreast of what was happening on stage aside from serenading them, together with Hanna, with a song from “Le Misérables”. And then “Of Gods and Mortals” premiered, opening first with Of Gods and Mortals and ancient Egyptian mythology and tales The Parade of Gods and Goddesses by grade 9A followed by The Adventures of Sinuhe by grade 8B.

The national anthem led by Morei, singing sensation from GPS Elementary, with the violin ensemble
The national anthem led by Morei, singing sensation from GPS Elementary, with the violin ensemble
Hosts Raine (left) and Gisele (far right) sing with their friend, Hanna
Hosts Raine (left) and Gisele (far right) sing with their friend, Hanna
The saman dance group of junior high take to the stage
The saman dance group of junior high take to the stage

Prior to the second act, choral speaking (or reading), was inaugurated in GPS. Picture a group of students on stage looking like a choir but they’re not going to sing. They are going to recite and act out literary pieces such as grade 8B’s performance of The Adventures of Sinuhe. The audience saw more of the choral speaking from grades 4 and 5 IP students. Naturally, singing, like playing badminton like a pro, is in the genes of Indonesians, so grade 8 students Karis, Lukas, and Khansa took to the stage with a song from Radiohead after.

Act 2 showcased Lord Ram and Hanuman from the Hindu epic Ramayana played by the elementary IP students followed by Greek mythology – Olympians vs. Mortals by grade 7A and Pandora and Ilk by grade 8A.

It's the elementary students' turn to shine in "Lord Ram and Hanuman".
It’s the elementary students’ turn to shine in “Lord Ram and Hanuman”.
A battle ensues between the Olympians and mortals in "Olympians vs Mortals"
A battle ensues between the Olympians and mortals in “Olympians vs Mortals”
The cast of "Pandora and Ilk" go through the final scene of their performance
The cast of “Pandora and Ilk” go through the final scene of their performance

“Of Gods and Mortals” ended three hours later to a rousing curtain call with everyone, actors, crew, and audience, moving to “Twerk it like Miley” (a unanimous choice by the students), and hamming it up for the numerous cameras flashing left, right, centre, and above.

Time for the final bow for "Of Gods and Mortals"
Time for the final bow for “Of Gods and Mortals”
A photo op for the IP team with the Director of GPS, Pak Widodo (in batik shirt)
A photo op for the IP team with the Director of GPS, Pak Widodo (in batik shirt)

(Photography by Samuel Jeruel | Additional photos by Theresia Sabono and Sarah Huinda)

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IP KIDS

For some reason, IP kids are always branded as haughty for being an IP kid. What is an IP kid? Within Global Prestasi School (GPS) is a little department called International Program, or IP, which offers international certification programs that run the gamut of Cambridge Primary Checkpoint (the exam the sixth graders sit for) to International General Certificate of Secondary Education (IGCSE; the exam 10th graders sit for) all following the syllabi set by Cambridge. The students who passed the qualifying exams plus the interview – from grade 3 to 10 – are then placed in a class called IP hence the moniker IP kid.

The casual observers who quickly judge the IP kids as having preferential treatment and supercilious belie their gross lack of astuteness. That the IP kids are inundated with voluminous work and on the verge of mental exhaustion to be on par with the rest of the world is completely lost on them. Contrary to fallacious perception, being an IP kid simply means having to work harder than the rest of the student population because of the two syllabi they have to satisfy: the national curriculum from DIKNAS, Indonesia’s education body, and the syllabus from University of Cambridge.

The life of an IP kid, in truth, is no walk in the park as mindless observers think it is. That they have to be disciplined is completely glossed over by their detractors. Believe me, one of the hardest aspects of being an IP kid (and teacher) is being disciplined because it entails doing something which one does not like to do at all, but has to be done. If I were an IP kid, for instance, I would really rather spend my weekends hanging out with friends than completing vocabulary worksheets. As an IP teacher, I would, in all honesty, rather spend my weekends at the spa or re-read Umberto Eco’s In the Name of the Rose than mark headache-inducing essays and exams. The sacrifice in the name of discipline isn’t light as people would think it is. A former IP student of mine – he is now studying in Seattle – had to put away his yo-yo, which wasn’t easy for him to do. It meant missing competitions he had trained for for years so he can pass his IGCSE exams. Almost all IP kids disappear from social networking platforms and the phrase social life completely banishes from their vocabulary, too. While their peers go home the moment the bell rings, the IP kids are still in class so they can finish the syllabus because time is running out. And while most enjoy homework-free weekdays and weekends, IP kids are slaving away at the computer finishing a research paper or working through a past Maths or Science paper.

Time is of the essence in the world of an IP kid. Every minute counts because the road to getting an A*, the highest mark given, is an arduous one because, even if, for argument’s sake, the IP kid is already disciplined, the body is prone to fatigue, stress, and illness. The jeers and labeling of the detractors do not help IP kids either in their quest for an A* for every bit of maturity summoned to ignore them and forge on leave them enervated mentally, psychologically and spiritually. Simply put, it is quite a tall order to study for and pass 15 papers (15 exams in common parlance) and simultaneously deal with baseless comments that don’t help anyone, least of all an IP kid whose mind is already dazed from, say, the characteristics of acids and bases, squares, square root and cubes – the list is endless.

Another aspect that the critics take against an IP kid, which is absolutely preposterous, is the fluency in the English language. An IP kid speaking in English is commonplace because, after all, the medium of instruction in IP is English and, most importantly, the papers are set in English. An IP kid fluent in English does not mean he/she is morally or socially superior to anyone, which the hecklers are under the impression of. It simply means they’re bi-lingual or even a polyglot as some IP kids know Mandarin, German or Japanese on top of Bahasa Indonesia and English. An IP kid has to speak in English because like, any other learned skill, practice is one way to guard against the loss of it. Actually, it is, in fact, not a problem of the IP kid that their haters are not fluent in English.

This year’s current IGCSE students in GPS have weathered the storm of intrigues and gossip from the bevy of detractors like the batches before them. One thing the haters have, again, glossed over countless of times is the resilience of IP kids who, notwithstanding dire days, carry on with aplomb. An IP kid is, after all, armed to the teeth with intelligence, resilience, confidence, humor, and, yes, even a nice touch of sarcasm.

 

The IGCSE- IP kids of GPS are trained not to crumble easily among other things.
The IGCSE- IP kids of GPS are trained not to crumble easily among other things.
School Days

CAMP TIME

He cut through his beef with ragout sauce while I dug into my salmon drizzled with beurre blanc truffle sauce. We chatted up a storm about our lives: him shuttling from state to state to film and my days of teaching and marking. It was good to see him again. Actually, it is always good to see him, to gaze at his face with that aquiline nose and infectious smile that reached up to his greenish eyes. Dinner was at one of my favourite restaurants, Garcon, which was packed to the rafters. Each table was a cornucopia of culinary creations by head chef, Camille Benedetto-Flosse. Valentine’s dinner started with a divine amuse bouche of tortellini porcini with pumpkin custard followed by a starter of nuptial nest of green bean, strawberry, Hokkaido scallop and shrimp.

I woke up with a start lurching forward as the bus suddenly braked. ZE and I were finalizing our plans to fly to Bali, but before me was a stretch of highway with cars zipping past me on the opposite direction. Where was he?

“Miss, can I please have a bottle of water?” asked a young, skinny boy pointing to a box of Aqua mineral.

 

Big, green and natural - welcome to Calvary Heights Resort.
Big, green and natural – welcome to Calvary Heights Resort.

Boxes of bottled water, fruit tea, and mini cups of instant Indomie noodles were stacked nearly where I sat. Shaking of my grogginess, I gave him one and then it dawned on me. I was on chaperone duty for the annual English Camp over Valentine’s Day weekend. This time we were heading to a jerkwater town called Nagrak, Sukabumi. It is quite a drive from Bekasi and, to beat the Friday traffic, departure time was at 6am. Down Jalan Cipanggulan the bus trundled, whizzing past trees, cars and trucks. A quick pit stop at petrol station and in an hour or so we made a left on Nagrak from the main thoroughfare. That was when the scenery changed drastically from city to rustic where the roads were narrower and the shops more localised; gone were the big, ubiquitous convenience stores and fast food joints. The pacing seemed slower judging from the folks seated outside of their homes and little shops, who gawked at each vehicle that drove up until it disappeared from sight.

 

Dusk sees a gentler side to Calvary Heights Resort.
Dusk sees a gentler side to Calvary Heights Resort.

Calvary Heights Resort was at the end of a winding, uneven road at the bottom of Mt Salak. Acting upon the recommendation of colleague Budiyana Tiara, it was selected as this year’s venue because, one, it was ringed in by walls to keep interlopers out. Second, the view was a welcome break from the concrete landscape of Bekasi. Greenery welcomed visitors to the resort. Third, the rooms were capacious and clean. Amenities were far from luxury hotel standard but they were more than satisfactory for a brief weekend stay.

Seated on the balcony overlooking the Japanese garden and playground, I took in the verdant scenery dotted by Japanese- inspired garden leading to a gazebo and a playground with childhood “toys” – slide, see-saw and swing. I mistook the fishpond circling the Japanese garden to be a koi pond.  It is filled with fish, but not koi; it is teeming with ikan nila for visitors to fish and grill for lunch.

ZE looked at me intently as I waxed lyrical of Bali. He has never been to Bali and his curiosity rose each time I raved about the gorgeous sun emblazoned against the clear blue sky and how time walked at the pace of lovers. Kuta Beach, its sandy turf seething with vendors of native jewellery, sarong, and services of henna tattoo and massages, is still a beach to go to, I told him, despite tourists being dogged by sellers. Sitting by the shore was meditative; each wave peeled off layers of jadedness until nothing was left but a clean slate.

 

GPS English campers take time to commune with nature.
GPS English campers take time to commune with nature.
Leaving the concrete jungle for the real jungle in Sukabumi, campers go on a hike.
Leaving the concrete jungle for the real jungle in Sukabumi, campers go on a hike.
Roughing it out in the wilderness of Nagrak in Sukabumi.
Roughing it out in the wilderness of Nagrak in Sukabumi.

Bags deposited in the rooms, it was time to get the camp in full swing. Testing their creativity and teamwork, everyone was to brainstorm on their group name and group cheer. Names run the gamut of the mundane – Eagles Eyes, Blue Hawks and English Warriors – to the eyebrow-raising English People Complicated Union or EPCU/It is Complicated. Cheers were a mixed bag of exciting and pedestrian. Some students have the personality of a Greek philosopher given to contemplation, not theatrics.

 

The majestic Mt Salak at the crack of dawn.
The majestic Mt Salak at the crack of dawn.

I listened keenly to his story of the strength he found to get himself out of the abyss he had plunged into. A stint in a rehab helped him to refocus on the direction he failed to take. Completely severing ties with his sybaritic friends, he has remained sober for several months now.

Sportsmanship was being tested with parlour games on the second day. Separated from their gadgets, students took a while to get the games that didn’t have them staring at a screen. “A Minute to Win It” was scream-inducing particularly when group reps had to transport soda cans from end to end with pasta clamped between their teeth. Stacking cups was comparatively easy-peasy than the first game. Teachers participated in the balloon juggling, which, modesty aside, I did with panache. “Dictionary Relay” was difficult for some, proving my theory that reading is an alien concept to today’s generation. Some were unsure about the alphabet!  “Spelling Bee” was riotous: it was an epiphany for most that embarrassment was spelled with double r and double s.

ZE had successfully fought the demons resolute in making him lead a life of debauchery. He now exuded calmness, determination and confidence. I thought to myself, “It takes a man of strength to admit he’s fallen and greater strength in not backsliding.”

“Miss, what time is lunch?” asked a member of the EPCU/It is complicated, jolting me back to reality.

 

Campers try their hand in reeling in ikan nila for lunch.
Campers try their hand in reeling in ikan nila for lunch.
Everyone is all smiles after reeling in lunch.
Everyone is all smiles after reeling in lunch.

My stare of incredulity had him grinning sheepishly. Snack time had just finished and he was already thinking of lunch. A mini cup of Indo Mie noodles wasn’t enough for him. I suppose I should pitied Little Buddha, as I’ve taken to call him, because hiking does work up a ravenous appetite. Everyone – except me – went on a hike outside the parameters of the resort, which had them crossing a river under the relentless sun.

 

It's a case of two rods and one fish caught. Who caught the fish?
It’s a case of two rods and one fish caught. Who caught the fish?
Blue Eagles' leader Wildan (middle) catches the biggest fish of the day.
Blue Eagles’ leader Wildan (middle) catches the biggest fish of the day.

Third day of camp had worked the students to the bone: a two-hour hike and an hour+ of fishing. I enjoyed the fishing despite not touching a bamboo rod. Seated in the gazebo, the mid-morning breeze sashaying through the air, I applauded every now and then the successful ones.

He wanted to surf while I wanted to read on the beach. The compromise: I’ll watch him surf and he’ll laze on the beach with me after.

It was wishful thinking that we’d avoid traffic on the way back to Bekasi. It was snail pace out of the winding road from Calvary Heights Resort, which no one seemed to mind, as silence blanketed the bus. Some were strapped to their gadgets while others had dozed off. Camping time was over. What happened to ZE?

 

Calvary Heights Resort (Villa Kaca)

Desa Pawenang, Nagrak – Sukabumi

Tel: +62 853 1300 6060 (Budiyana Tiara)

E-mail: budiyanatiara@yahoo.com

 

Additional photos by Rico Falcunitin and Budiyana Tiara

School Days

THEATRE BUG

Getting ready for opening night
Getting ready for opening night

When I was in elementary student in Jose Abad Santos Memorial School (popularly known as JASMS) I remember being a flower in a school production. I was, if I remember correctly, an evening breeze dressed in a pink dress, black tights and a silvery shimmering poncho-like top sprinkled with sequins. I kept the costume in my closet until it frayed with time. There were two other plays in elementary that I was in – one was a play about one of our national heroes, Andres Bonifacio, and another was about being in a plane that crashed on an island. In high school, the play was a musical revue.

Decades later I’m back in theatre again through a group called CAS that my friends and I handle. CAS is the acronym for Communication and Arts Society that gives the International Program (IP) students of Global Prestasi School a platform to express themselves via singing, dancing, acting and design. Also, it gives them a chance to learn to work with others and to think critically and independently.

This year’s production – the third one – is based on the TV series Once Upon a Time but with a little twist. We gathered most of the popular fairy tale characters that formed one big community against the reign of the evil Queen Regina who, in her narcissism, destroys everything in her path so she can be the fairest in the land.

SORTING OUT THE NITTY-GRITTY
Brainstorming for a play is always fun over a cuppa – at least, that’s how it is for me. There’s something about a nice cup of tea or coffee or an ice blended to get the creative juices going. Starbucks would have been a good choice but I was intrigued by a new coffee place at Galaxy City – from Kalimalang turn right at Galaxy City, go straight until the end of  the street, turn left and then make a right. Go slowly and Eight Coffee, its huge sign is not hard to miss, is on the left. It’s a coffee place that opened several months ago and is owned by the parents of my grade 9 student, Nadia Kris Sigit.

Brainstorming over a cuppa at Eight Coffee
Brainstorming over a cuppa at Eight Coffee

Eight Coffee resembles a posh studio apartment that’s been cleverly divided so there are cosy corners to hide in, a room for more privacy, living room-type areas and a garden for an al fresco gathering. Overhead is my kind of piped-in music – jazz pianist – singer Diana Krall and ilk. The two-month-ish old café is slowly developing a following of students whose schools are within the area and residents from nearby who pop in to work on papers or simply to shoot the breeze over a cup and a fag. For the next three or four hours over tea, caramel ice blended, chicken wings, fries and milk candy with the team, we brainstormed and tweaked the game plan for our school’s next production.

Labour was properly divvied up after the draft of the script was finalised. I, like always, would head the publicity team; Shine and Joy would handle the costumes and props; and Rico had stage management. Naturally, our duties would coalesce as premiere night drew near.

WIELDING THE GLUE GUN
I was never adroit with my hands so working with a glue gun, plastic flowers, crepe paper was a very tall order for me. I’d rather, in all honesty, be writing or directing actors on stage. But there’s something soothing about making props for a play even though it’s just sticking, for example, shiny dots on a bamboo fence, which was what I did for the previous play we mounted, The Wizard of Oz. I saw it as another form of reading albeit no text. The text took on a more colourful structure and reading a matter of finding a visible pattern in the colours and arrangements.

An amateur's try at prop design
An amateur’s try at prop design

My next assignment from Shine was finishing the “fences” that would delineate Enchanted Forest from Queen Regina’s castle. A combination of aqua green and brown Japanese paper – crumpled to give it dimension and glued to the fences – formed the background of the bamboo fences that were layered with plastic vines and flowers. The plastic vines were tacked on the top of the fences so they’d cascade like real vines. For the bunches of plastic flowers, which I re-bundled into three to four stalks per bunch, I had the student members of the committee cut wires long enough to wrap them around the fences.  The flowers were scattered across the fences but we had to make sure one area didn’t have more flowers than the other. To finish off the fences, “silver stalks” were glued on to give it that glittery look.

Costumes are off limits to me. That would have been a waste of time, energy, cloth and thread!

CLOSER TO OPENING NIGHT
Another part of my job was to get the play flowing into one seamless narrative, and getting a huge group of students together is never an easy thing. You’re dealing with a multitude of personalities, egos and mood swings, which, when they band together, spells chaos. But, being IP students, they were aware that it wasn’t play time and that there was work to be done although I had to remind them of it every now and then.

MegaBlitz Cinema at CyberPark fills up with theatre-goers
MegaBlitz Cinema at CyberPark fills up with theatre-goers

Reading through the lines was the modus operandi for the next several meetings to get the actors used to their lines and having a holistic view of the play as it moved from one scene to another. The next few weeks had everyone going through voice acting to get the lines and facial expressions in synch – it was also a test if they’ve memorised their lines and their cues. Then came the acting itself combined with blocking, the exits and entrances and, later on, with the dance routines (waltz and a dance medley). Several weeks later, everyone knew everyone’s lines much to my satisfaction. The play was coming together!

The boys channel Elvis Presley
The boys channel Elvis Presley

 

It's the students' own high school musical
It’s the students’ own high school musical

While I handled the junior and senior high school student – actors, Shine took charge of the elementary kids plus their song-and-dance routines. On top of that, she and Joy choreographed the waltz to the tune of Can I Have this Dance, as requested by the students. I helped with the entrance and two short dances to Presley’s Jailhouse Rock and Hound Dog (I found Elvis hip shakes were much easier to put together than twirls and leaps).

The curtain call - we did it!
The curtain call – we did it!

It was nerve-wracking before show time. I was quaking in my open toe wedges; I had the extra job of compère for the night. Facing an audience bigger than a class room of students was, I felt, completely a nail-biting situation. I couldn’t afford any slip-ups, being tongue-tied or tripping all over my tongue.  And it was curtains up.

Opening night went well despite the glitches in the wireless microphones (a perennial problem even in the past productions!). No one forgot their lines and cues. The dances went according to sequence and done with precision. It was a huge relief to take the final bow in front of a smiling and applauding audience and bask, together with the cast and crew, in the limelight pride and elation in a job well done.

The teachers behind the magical scenes
The teachers behind the magical scenes

Additional photography by Raihan Kurnawan, Shine Merioles-Falcunitin and Rico Falcunitin