In high school, I had a history teacher that had, let’s say, an alternative way of teaching. He was a storyteller to the T and he would go all-in. He would start class by putting on a wig and costume, then climb onto his desk and walk onto ours, pretending to be James Cook wandering over his deck. We were his crew, pulling out desks while he walked back and forth, looking for land
Abel Tasman said there was. His classes were so much fun that we forgot that we were even in one. And even though I wasn’t really interested in history at that time, his class was my favourite.
Looking back, it was in that classroom where my story started.
It was then, that I realised I wanted to be a storyteller too.
After high school, I went to study Performing Arts in Amsterdam, which confirmed the direction that I wanted to go for was right.
In my final year, I got to do a theatre project in Kenya, which showed me the potential of drama as a tool for education, and made me decide to start the Bachelor of Education in Theatre. Not particularly because I wanted to become a drama teacher teaching drama, but to use drama as a teaching tool. Hence why I struggled a little bit finding my way…
Until I got the opportunity to follow a minor called: “Acting in Training; Theatre as a tool for transformation ” focussing on social science, psychology and training communication skills by using theatre-based activities.
I loved it (!) and ended up making a business out of it in my final year of my Bachelor, while writing my final essay about the potential of drama as a teaching method in a professional setting.
Once graduated, I made some kind of a living out of my freelance work. So I decided: to end the lease on my apartment and travel to Australia.
I know, pretty big shift here. Ever since Kenya, I felt the urge to travel but I never really did. So the day I graduated, I booked my flight thinking: if I don’t go now, I might never and I will be back in a year or so to pick up where I’ve left off. Not knowing I’d meet my partner, love travelling this much and a global pandemic would hit just after we moved to Aotearoa.
Willingly stuck, we began to unpack, inevitability falling in love with the kiwi people, country and scenery.
Almost two years later, everything seems to slowly fall into place, and it’s time to pick up where I’ve left off career wise.
I can't wait to contribute,
Ka kite anō,