The students were AMAZING, of course, funny, smart, and more creative than any teenager has any right to be. Zany, clever, and (in an unexpected turn) moving, our yearly comedy sketch show ACMA Live, rechristened ACMA (still a)Live this year, streamed into living rooms last week to the wild applause of students, staff, and families.

As the principal I suppose I ought to bring a sense of trepidation to the show; it’s satire after all, and one never knows where the performers will focus their gaze, but this year more than ever I was looking forward to the event, which came at the end of our first week of hybrid instruction.

It didn’t disappoint.

In addition to a witty student perspective on Zoom meetings, breakout rooms, and a year of online learning, the creative team welcomed in some not ready for primetime players in the over 30 age group: staff hams.

It was a delight. 

In addition to a fun skit about a teacher discovering Tik Tok and a master class on comedy starring a dance instructor as a teacher who didn’t know he wasn’t muted (two words: Squirrel Mafia), the kids even let the staff star in a Zoom roll call that I can say from experience was as fun to film as it was to watch.

And it was this last sketch, one in which I got to play “cosplay kid” (a good hearted homage to the inspiring ACMA students who were such a delight when we did our Halloween party last fall) that was my first indication that ACMA (still a)Live was going to be a needed balm after such a strange spring and summer and fall and winter and spring again. 

The filming of our roll call was filled with laughter and captured the goofiness that will help us all traverse this pandemic prompted wilderness and return to campus with smiles behind our masks. Laughter, humor, whimsy, all too easy to forget in times of stress, matter much.

ACMA (still a)Live reminded us of this.

As tradition would suggest, the show included some gentle roasting of a handful of neighborhood schools (along with self depreciation about ACMA’s limited skill in the area of sports), but this year added an oddly moving story about a ghost haunting our performing arts center and wondering where all the students went after new construction moved us to a temporary campus last year. Act one of “The PAC Ghost” was that tasty pinch of nostalgia that made the rest of the meal even more delicious.

The show ended with a fantastic “Quarantine” Song, blending music, video, and insight in a celebration of sorts of our school, our artists, and our ability to overcome this crazy year. ACMA is very much still alive, and our students (and staff) still know how to make us laugh.