...to see Matilda the Musical. Our English class went to see it last night, and I can't speak for all the students in the class, but judging from our walk home from Cambridge Theatre last night, everyone thought it was pretty fantastic. I'm a huge fan of musicals -- I was more familiar with those than with plays before this program -- and this has got to be one of the best musicals I've ever seen. Seeing a cast of about nine incredibly talented, well, nine-year-olds not only made me feel like a slight failure as a nineteen-year-old (who's only had the honor of performing with Weird Al), but seriously, mostly just made me feel way less stressed about everything that we tend to get stressed out about at this age. It was a needed break from the end-of-semester push, and I, at least, walked away feeling warm and sparkly inside. Musicals are a wonderful thing. And I think that shows like Matilda, which absolutely deserved every accolade it's gotten so far, are the perfect example of how it's not a genre of theatre that only appeals to a certain subset. Anyway, I'm excited to talk about it in class on Monday since it's so far away from the performances we've seen. But at the same time, it's still a show with the same elements as any other show that strives to make us feel a certain way -- this one just had (more) singing and dancing.