So there I was in a class full of young people who didin’t want to be there, and more importantly, didn’t want to be there with me!
We spent an hour with me asking questions, attempting to get some kind of rapport going, asking about their interests, wants and goals.
Needless to say today I wasn’t getting very far. The group had developed a new level of resistance, and it would seem that every new response, action or approach I took, was met at the pass. At one point I felt like a cowboy who had been sent into town only to be surrounded by the outlaws, who had no time for reasoning.
In that moment I could feel my own tension rising, my own anxiety. I wanted to get through to the group and felt that I was failing. So I decided to take a break, knowing that some of them might not come back, but a break was needed.
After 15 minutes of deep breathing, circle of excellence, bringing to mind my great teachers and mentors, and seeing it from their, the young people’s point of view, I went back into the class.
Once in the classroom, I began chatting to the young people, just about the work I do, youth coaching, teaching drama, directing, stage combat, to which a group of boys said “Can we do that sir… fight? Can you teach us that stuff”
“Yes of course I can.”
We went through some of the safety aspects first, then spent 20 minutes putting a fight scene together, sharing it with the rest of their class and support workers.
The boys, now please with their work, decided it was time to leave, head out into the sunshine, a full hour before the end of class!
I could feel the tension returning when one of the girls asked if she could speak with me. She had been working on a monologue for a sharing and wondered if I could help her with it. For the next hour we worked on her performance, with me asking questions about the character; who, what, why, when, where, how?
At some point during this time, we moved form directing to coaching, without talking about it, without naming it, but both knowing that we were not just talking about the character. The questions became about how the character might be different from her, what she might do differently to the character?
We started to play around with the “What if’s” looking for something similar in her life to that of the character, exploring the options that the character might have. During these questions, I gave her lots of time as I could see some serious thinking going on.
And then she nodded her head, asking if she could show me one more time. She stood up and performed an amazing monologue, with an emotional journey that brought tears to the eyes, a real mature understanding of the plight of her character, a tenderness and innocents.
When she finished, she drifted into her own little world for a few moments, and came back with a smile.
“That was amazing, well done. How was it for you?” she looked at me and simply said’
“Some days are tough days, but I think I’ll get through” She then stood up thanked me and left, leaving me wondering who had been the coach and who had been the client?


