Upcoming Events

Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre

Student Matinee Performance
Thursday May 19, 2011 - 11 am &
Friday May 20, 2011 - 11 am

Call 312-431-2357
to book your student group today! Too Hot to
Handel:
The Auditorium Theatre of Roosevelt University is
The Jazz Gospel
proud to present the seventh year of our unique Messiah
summer day camp program for children who have
experienced the death of a parent.


July 5-15 ǀ ages 7-11 Creative

July 18-29 ǀ ages 10-14
Engagement
Hands Together, Heart to Art uses several
different areas of the performing arts and
encourages communication, fosters emotional
growth, and provides the consolation of friendship
and compassion. Through interaction with other
children who have experienced a similar loss,
campers understand they are not alone in their
situation. Camp activities encourage team
building, self-esteem, consciousness and
development of problem solving skills.

For more information or to see a video about

camp, please visit hthta.org.
These programs are made possible through the
generous support of JP Morgan Chase Foundation.
 Welcome! Finalists:11th – 12th Grade
Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division,
Welcome to the Auditorium
Theatre of Roosevelt
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University and our beloved She may look rough on the edges
number LC-USZ62-122982

production of Too Hot to Her look telling you she has walked many thorny hedges
Handel: The Jazz Gospel A survivor of the darkness ever so quiet
Messiah! Even the loudest of riots.
And if I had the money,
Whether this is your first
You can bet I’d still buy it.
time experiencing Too Hot
or your sixth, I know you
To have it all could be a dream come true
are going to have a great How could I outgrow you ever?
time. Too Hot to Handel maintains a message of com- Humboldt Park.
munity, just like the original Messiah—the same mes- My home treasure
sage of the beloved community that Dr. King carried
Written by Davoud Hamlin, 12th Grade,
and embodied throughout his life. Too Hot to Handel
has the power to reach a broad range of listeners. I
Lincoln Park HS
invite you to actively experience its message, to stand
up, to clap, to get involved. The improvisational qual-
ity allows a certain energy to permeate throughout the   
audience, creating a dialogue with the performers on My Community
the stage. Together, as a diverse group of
My community is not a community anymore
participants, we share in the idea of community and can
engage in a conversation—just as Dr. King imagined.
They made us move and kicked us out the door
It will never be the same as before
The booklet you are reading now contains information Killing people inside the store
on all of our Too Hot educational initiatives as well as They trying to take our land over
all of our poetry contest winners and finalists. If you C.H.A. can’t do nothing or control it
know a CPS school that might be interested in Boys going to jail for selling drugs
participating next year, please contact us at And going up to Seward Park to fight with golf clubs
education@auditoriumtheatre.org. Girls coming outside in pajama pants
Fighting over their supposed to be man
Happy Birthday Dr. King. Now, let’s get Hot! Even though it isn’t there to see
Cabrini Green will always be a part of me
Nicole Losurdo
Senior Director of Education Written by Chloe Moore, 12th Grade,
Lincoln Park HS
 Finalists: 9th – 10th Grade
Beloved Communities
My beloved community is peace and love.
Well who am I kidding, I wish it was.
A community to me is everyone getting along.
Police never in your community cause nothing goes wrong.
The CO in community stands for cooperation, working together,
To grow plants, build schools, even make lives better.
Real communities are calm, clean and united as one.
When work appears, work is done.
Communities laugh, grow and play,
And wake up to bird call not gunshots through the day.
Communities are good; It’s plain people livin’ lives,
Communities have to be civilized to be symbolized.
Written by Malcolm Hall, 10th Grade,
Wendell Phillips High School
  
One with Music
When it comes down to music
We are one with that community
Rhythms, Beats, Lyrics
It is how we live
We become one with music
Our expressions are shown through it
Hear our cries through the violins
Our hearts beating with the bass drum
Uplifting spirits through the guitar
Moving with the bass guitar
Our voices being heard through lyrics
We are one with music; it is who we are. My community.
Written by Carina Chey Correa, 9th Grade,
Muchin College Prep
Outreach
The Auditorium was thrilled to present a number of
educational outreach initiatives for Too Hot to Handel.
Grade School Residency Program with
Teaching Artist Christina Bourné
This week-long residency program examined a key
speech given by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and chal-
lenged students to explore the idea of Beloved Com-
munity through an innovative, fun, and creative musi-
cal composition experience.
Master Classes with Too Hot Artists
Alfreda Burke, Suzanne Acton, and Rod Dixon
Working with the choir students at Benito Juarez Com-
munity Academy and the music students at Wendell
Phillips High School, students had the opportunity to
participate in a master class with the world renowned
artists of Too Hot to Handel.
Annual Poetry Contest
CPS students in grades 3-5, 6-8, 9-10, and 11-12 were
invited to write a poem discussing what beloved
community means to them. Over 525 talented students
participated in the second annual Too Hot to Handel
Poetry Contest. We engaged the Historical Voices
Changing Modern Minds Poetry Club at Phillips High
School in judging the poems. The youth created a
rubric that allowed them to look at each child’s poem
individually while engaging in a discussion about what
makes a poem good. The group decided to focus on
five elements: theme, language and rhythm, originality,
emotional response, and spelling/grammar. Contestants
who scored highest on the rubric were considered
finalists in the contest. Special thanks to Erick Dorris
at the Academy for Urban School Leadership for
fostering our partnership with Phillips on this project!
Winner: 3rd –5th Grade Finalists:
Finalists: th th th
9th –610 – Grade
8
My Community
Congratulations! My community is horrible, all of
The gangs and violence, getting
Merciyana Shot in the chest, Man!! That’s
Triflan. All of these people trying
Dazdarevic To act all cool, after a day in my
Community they’ll become stupid
Peterson School Fools. Smoking weed, drinking
5th Grade Scotch, all these stupid gangbangers
Acting stupid and getting shot. That’s
What they get, next time they’ll think
Twice before putting themselves in a
My Dream Position that will take their life away!!
Black, like the dirt Written by Anthony Molina, 8th Grade,
and like the coal H.B. Stowe Arts Academy
beneath my feet.   
Community
White, like the clouds
and like the stars Dr. Martin Luther King loved his Community,
above my head. He did what he could for you and me.
My community is good,
I hope, one day Even though I stay in the hood.
my dream Community to me means where you stay,
will come true. And if we all stick together we will be ok.
A good community will help you get a better education,
Then, finally there stands And the people will help you buy your medication.
proudly and happily A good community is nice to a new face,
Me and you. It doesn’t matter if it is a different race.
Martin Luther King talked about the word beloved,
So we got to be nice giving out kisses and lots of hugging.
Written by Shabaka Junious, 6th Grade,
Bethune School
 Finalists: 3rd –5th Grade Winner: 6th – 8th Grade
MLK’S DREAM COMMUNITY
Kids from all over playing
Adults of all races are praying Congratulations!
Under the puffy cumulus clouds
Everyone is full of happiness; not hate
Shakita
The people in the Chicago community are hard to separate
Why wouldn’t anyone want to live here?
Winters
H.B. Stowe Arts Academy
When people work together, they make people power
When different countries work together hour by hour 8th Grade
There is peace and people are freer
This is MLK’s community dream
People working together as a team
Our Community!!
If we keep this up, future generations will be full of people power
Our community is like a hateful song
Written by Jennifer Pius-Alonee, 5th Grade, This crime in the streets causes everything to go wrong
Decatur Classical School When the grass is green and the sun is beaming
   You seem to hear a lot of crying and screaming
My Beloved Community But, Martin Luther King had a dream to bring all of us together
So that our children can show love and respect for one another
My beloved community means to me, Despite your race………
A wonderful place to live and be. Red, Black, White, or Gray
Like Martin Luther King said, We still have a chance to join together TODAY!!!!
Everyone should be freed and well fed. It’s best if we stop the violence
My beloved community means to me, And keep the peace
A marvelous place where all are free. In order to turn things around for YOU and ME!!!!!!!!
To live together in happiness,
With safety and beauty and cleanliness.
My beloved community means to me,
A great place for all to see.
A community where we work together.
To make our lives a whole lot better.
Written by Sabtecha Contreras, 4th Grade,
H.B. Stowe Arts Academy
 Winner: 9th – 10th Grade
Congratulations!
Michael
Daniels
Muchin College Prep
9th Grade
(REA[L]ITY)
A two sided mirror points outside. A two sided movie of a community
I see grass, plush and green. Blue sky.
Laughter, the smell of delicious smoke. Kites blot the air.
Housing that is full of color and life.
Then another side appears. My side.
A red sky with dark clouds. Bodies lay in the ground.
Dead leaves without luster, crusted and cracked.
Dreams imploding on their selves. A dream deferred.
Ziplocs of white sit next to canister shells, abandoned by their masters.
Which side can I grasp? My hand is locked in one side that bleeds red
My eyes are on another.
Sadly, only one side is real.
Winner: 11th – 12th Grade
Congratulations!
Ashley
Walker
Lincoln Park High School
12th Grade
Community=Uptown?
The Unity of a community comes to a blur when I think of home…
Everyone sticks to their kind, everyone’s alone.
Segregation sweeps through like a dusk of wind,
Tormented souls whisper in the air-let’s pretend…
Can you hear the wailing in the night? The many shots…
Evoking fear and fright? Get it right.
Communities aren’t always peachy-though dark there is some light.
And I? Try to shine bright, When the sun hides
I open and preach what I practice– this, I love!
Being the one like Dr. King, can change and make things better...I look
above
Knowing you can make a way out of no way…
One day