Stomp and Shout Kids
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When we teach empathy and encourage creativity, we’re empowering communication in tiny humans and enabling them to work with one another (even through conflict) for years to come...we're building a foundation for creative communication in our next generation. At Stomp and Shout we value your unique child and we use laughter, music, theatre and literature to guide their classroom journeys. We enc
06/02/2022
Stomp and Shout has a slew of truly amazing teachers leading classes each week -- we'll be featuring our summer crew over the next few days. Today we're starting with our fearless leader, Cassie, who is teaching in Elmhurst and Oak Park this summer!
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05/25/2022
I am not a hopeless or helpless person. But today I am.
I haven’t yet talked to my daughter about what happened yesterday because I, myself, can barely comprehend it. Not that a man was sad and mad and aggressive and unaware of anything outside his own pain - so unaware that he took the lives of babies whose life journeys had barely begun. That I can actually comprehend. People do insane things when they’re hurting. What I CAN’T comprehend is that the people in charge of making our country great don’t care about the cost of human life. They don’t care. They can’t care or this wouldn’t keep happening. They care about what they want when they want it. They want guns. They don’t care that an unhinged man hurts less people if guns aren’t easily accessible. They want their guns. They want it - so they take it. THAT’s what is unfeeling & unaware. Unsettling. Vomitous.
My elementary aged students had their Spring Assembly for their parents today. And I was so proud of them. Proud of them for showing up at school through their fear. Walking on a stage bravely. Sharing their light. The theme I chose for the assembly was “Music As Activism” and hearing those sweet souls sing about glory and freedom and hope and change made me swell with pride while at the same time absolutely obliterating me thinking about any one of them being gunned down at school. Shot. Killed.
I don’t know what to do.
Everything I do seems small and insignificant. I feel hopeless. Helpless. This can’t keep happening. What do we do?
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