In my elementary school play of Cinderella. I was cast as a pile of animated clothes. My role was to lay still and then suddenly spin around like one of those spinning brushes in a carwash and flail off the stage.
Yeah I tripped, knocked a stage light over, and burned everything to the ground. I was the only survivor.
Was called the “Tragic Cinderella Sizzler” by local newspapers.
Are you sure that you’re remembering this right?
I find it hard to believe that the newspaper didn’t come up with a headline based on calling her “Cinders”.
It’s a school activity, why isn’t the school paying for the materials
In America they make you pay for your child’s own religious indoctrination
I would prefer it that way. Government funded religious indoctrination makes me nervous.
The military budget is 36x bigger than NASA.
Mars could be the 51st state if the US were not so war hungry.
And why is a school doing a nativity.
I’m Christian and have taken part in dozens of nativity, but none at school.
Many (but not all) private schools in the US are religious. From elementary school through college I attended Catholic affiliated schools. This sort of display would not be allowed at most public schools, and the ones that would allow it would be sued.
Yeah, this isn’t unusual for a religious school.
I remember, as a little girl, playing the part of the angel Gabriel… except I thought the character was named Gabrielle. The only reason I tried for the part was because I thought it was the only explicitly female role, besides Mary (and my unpopular ass wasn’t about to complete for the role of Prima Donna.)
It was a huge let down to find out that Gabriel was yet another male character in the perpetual sausage-fest that is The Holy Bible. Combined with how practically nothing was written about how Jesus would’ve been as a child, I never understood how I was supposed to relate to anything in that book.
This actually brought back bad memories for me. Depressing stuff follows:
I went to a private school and had the same teacher for all six years. He hated me for multiple reasons and a lot of things he did to me would be considered just plain abusive today. It was bad to the point that my parents, who didn’t understand the issue, only figured it out when my mom ran into a schoolmate of mine years later in a supermarket and she told my mother that she felt so bad for me because of how he treated me.
Anyway, one of the first signs of this was that in first grade, we were going to do a winter puppet show for the parents. Like I said, this was a private school. It was split into grades 1-3 and grades 4-6, so we’re talking like 10 kids here. I was super excited because I have always loved performing. He knew I was super excited. So he cast me as… snowflakes. I had to hold up too snowflakes on sticks and move them around. I was absolutely crushed.
The good part is that as an adult, I’ve been paid to do standup and have done some critically well-received VO work (for some names you would recognize but I’m not going to say, sorry).
So fuck him.
Anyway, not your fault, I just had to let that out.
Back to the fun.
… With cardboard and string.
Thanks. Appreciate the assist
