Have you written a Six Sentence Story yet? It's a lot of fun! This week's prompt: Step.
If only the teacher would have seen her hand timidly rise when asked who wanted to play the raggedy Cinderella in the third grade class play! The only other hand that went up was that of her best friend, though, so rather than call out to alert the teacher that she wanted the part, she remained quiet and allowed her friend to claim the role. The post-fairy godmother Cinderella was out of the question, of course, because she just wasn't that girly of a girl. None of the other roles seemed attractive, either, so she didn't volunteer for any of them. As everyone had to participate, though, she got stuck with a part, and found herself resigned to having to dance with a boy! One-two-three, One-two-three; the waltz required concentration, not to mention holding hands.
Thanks for opportunities to step outside one's comfort zone.
If only the teacher would have seen her hand timidly rise when asked who wanted to play the raggedy Cinderella in the third grade class play! The only other hand that went up was that of her best friend, though, so rather than call out to alert the teacher that she wanted the part, she remained quiet and allowed her friend to claim the role. The post-fairy godmother Cinderella was out of the question, of course, because she just wasn't that girly of a girl. None of the other roles seemed attractive, either, so she didn't volunteer for any of them. As everyone had to participate, though, she got stuck with a part, and found herself resigned to having to dance with a boy! One-two-three, One-two-three; the waltz required concentration, not to mention holding hands.
Thanks for opportunities to step outside one's comfort zone.
Ohh, and you tried to raise your hand! And ick, dancing with a boy!
ReplyDeleteI did! The teacher just didn't see me. Yes, in third grade that was icky, but I survived. :-)
Deleteaww, sweet! childhood memories :) cheers, ladyleemanila x
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting to look back at childhood memories, isn't it?
DeleteHopefully that first touch of another boy's hands showed you that even that awful experience wasn't so bad after all and a step towards maturity.
ReplyDeleteI didn't catch cooties! :-)
DeleteEWWWWW ICKY! BOYS! Remember those days? Well, obviously you do! I just saw five of the boys from my grammar school days... They were heading out together for a reunion of sorts that night...it was a weird cooincidence ! They asked me to join them but ick! BOYS! Not really, they did ask but I was on my way elsewhere! Great story... Sign of a good one is the memory is drawn up!
ReplyDeleteI've moved away from the area I grew up in, but am in touch with many of my grade school classmates via Facebook. I'd be curious how they remember this play!
DeleteBrings back memories of my third grade play. Shyness. And yuck, boys.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it funny that we can remember things from grade school with the same feelings that we had then?
DeleteAhhh, the memories of elementary school that this post uncovered.
ReplyDeleteFunny how some memories stay with us!
DeleteWas this a play that was performed just in your classroom? I'm just trying to recall seeing it. I can certainly feel your uneasiness with the whole situation, and can appreciate you ceding to a close friend. Had you known what the outcome would be, perhaps you would have waved your hand more vigorously.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember who the audience was, but I think it was only performed by my classroom. We performed it on the stage in the gym.
DeleteThere was nothing worse than having to dance with the boys during gym class in elementary school! You must have been so dissapointed, yet it makes for a cute story!
ReplyDeleteAt least I remember the steps to the waltz. I don't think I can say the same for the 4th grade Virginia Reel! :-)
DeleteWhat a sweet story!
ReplyDeleteNice story, and describes the situation very well. Sometimes when you decide against doing something you end up with the short end of the stick! So, if you have to participate in something, it's better that you do the choosing instead of someone doing it for you.
ReplyDeleteGood advice! :-)
Deletethe 'what if' moment… it's kind of incredible what children bear up under on their way to becoming adults
ReplyDeleteAnd yet, they survive.
DeleteAw, poor little girl you. Boys were icky then, and now that I have 5 of them, I'm sticking with it. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's OK. I survived. :-)
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