My Favorite High School Assessment
In my freshmen year literature class, we were tasked with creating tableaux of a scene from Shakespeare’s The Tempest.
In small groups, we had to select a scene, assign characters, create costumes and props, and block out a living picture that displayed a theme or idea from the text.
On the final day, I came into class in a torn-up shirt, my hair ravaged, and shackles binding my hands and feet, scrunched at the bottom of the heap, the Caliban to my peer’s Prospero who stood high above me, regal and refined.










