So many...
The one that comes to mind first of all is one that will most likely tell a lot of people who I am. Fucksocks. When I was about 10, our school did a version of the Wizard of Oz where instead of being killed by being melted by water, the witch falls into a cauldron of shrinking potion she prepared for Dorothy. Being a small kid our music teacher (evil bitch) collared me on the stairs and asked me if I'd play the witch after she crawls out of the cauldron of doom, to be chucked back in it again. As well as being one of the munchkins. Typecasting, much. Being young and naive, I agreed.

Big mistake. I left the school when I was 18 after doing other small things in school productions and the only thing anyone remembers me for is that damn cauldron, because I apparently 'stole the show' - by screwing up every night, tripping over, breaking stuff, that sort of thing. Not for having to wear my awful bridesmaid's dress again to be a munchkin and sing in a stupidly high voice. I sympathise so much with typecast actors. And I still hate stage make-up.

For some reason in primary school I played a dog that gets soup poured on it and has to howl. I can't remember for the life of me why that was.

I was a shepherd about three years in a row in primary school and got the same line every year "Let's go and find that baby!".

I always wanted to be Mary, but for some weird reason it's always the little blonde kid who gets to be Mary. I did finally get to do it when I was 11 but it was a weird nativity where I just had to sit and try to look angelic and didn't have any lines. So that defeated the object really.

Other random parts included being Mr Small in a play about the Mr Men (I hate teachers who are put in charge of casting), a Highland dancer in a very weird nativity, and being the only one in my year at not to get a part in Oliver!. I hated school.
( Maladicta, Sun 4 Dec 2005, 15:52, Reply)