Post by Lo Stone, DMACC Ankeny Theatre Alum
7-minute read.
At a much older age than is normally necessary, I embarked on my journey to DMACC in the Fall of 2019. I originally enrolled in the Mortuary Science program and quickly realized in my first semester that this type of science was not in my wheelhouse. My artistic mind was better spent learning literature, creative writing and, based on my previous love affair with all things dramatic, theatre classes.
Within my first days at DMACC, my mind was spinning. I was hoping that more people my age would have the brilliant idea of going back to school in their mid 40's, but there aren't many, maybe one in each class, oh wait...s***, that's just me.
Probably other 40-somethings have already figured out their lives. Those lucky b*****ds...
Feeling like a jelly-filled basket case on the inside, I put on my “never let them see you sweat" face and walked into the Intro to Theatre class taught by Carl Lindberg.
Granted, it was in a classroom and not a theatre, but the subject was one I couldn't learn fast enough. The history of theatre. It was fascinating!
This is where I belong.
I found myself looking forward to this class above all the others. This was the one that woke my senses and reminded me that I have much more to offer the world.
The following semester, I took Acting I, again with Carl and some of the same students from the Intro class. This time, it was in the Black Box, and we got to read script and get on our feet and move. Now, not only was I awake, but I was energized.
This is where I belong.
That same semester, I auditioned for Circle Mirror Transformation and got the part of Marty.
Holy hell!
I got it! It had been nearly 25 years since I had been part of a cast. My mind was racing with questions. Am I too old for this? Are people going to think I'm bat-s*** crazy? Do I remember how to act? Did I forget to turn off the coffee pot? Have I made a mistake?
My fears were quickly squelched. While rehearsing this show, I remembered that theater takes everyone, from Carl the producer to Jodi the director to Krister the builder and Rachel the designer. I was in their capable hands, and they were willing to teach me everything they could.
On opening night, I was feeling like an Eminem song “Knees weak, palms are sweaty, there's vomit on my sweater already, mom's spag..." Okay, there was no puking on my part, I promise, instead...I felt electrified!
This is where I belong.
When COVID happened, the world went dark.
And I don't mean that we just all went home, I mean that we went to a dark place. You all know what I mean, I don't have to explain it any further.
But DMACC bounced back, and classes resumed online. And for those of you that don't know, theater is meant to be in the flesh but somehow the department rallied and figured out a way to create it anyways.
The theatre department at DMACC is inventive and resilient. And frankly, just plain cool. I know that I can ask any question and will be met with a plethora of useful information, good humor and real-world knowledge. I trust them and for me that's huge. I am generally a cautious person but what I have learned from them is that everyone belongs to the theatre.
I didn't know what I wanted to do with myself, I had all these ideas but no real direction, and I wasn't sure where I would go after leaving DMACC, and after speaking to Carl about what I was thinking, he sent me to Kristin Larson at Grand View University, where I have happily transferred to pursue my degree in Theatre Arts.
I love DMACC so much that four out of seven of my children have been students there as well, with three of them taking at least one class with Carl Lindberg, and with all of them giving positive reviews, which is also a big deal because they are a discerning bunch, my children. I have also made lasting friendships along the way, with people that are interesting, amazing and inspiring.
I am finally doing what my soul craves...
So, as Carl would say...long story long...
Thank you DMACC theatre department, you are in my heart forever.