When I was in high school.  I wrote a “play”. 

It was about people I was going to school with – a day in the life – and I basically took the characteristics of these people and exaggerated them to the point of ridicule.  (And I didn’t spare myself either.) 

I even put it on – one performance only for extra credit in English (that I didn’t need). 

It was done with everyone holding scripts – more a read through than a production. It was stupidly long (skills of self-editing were years away, so every word was precious to my teenage ego). 

At the beginning, everyone was paired up, miscommunications occured, hilarity ensued, and at the end of the play everyone was back where they belonged in the social construct of our high school lives.

Not the most original of plots, I must admit.

The teachers who watched it seemed to enjoy it.  We were all well-known entities in my small-ish high school, so our foibles were instantly recognizable to our audience. 

I find it amazing that these friends, agreed to do it.  Agreed to play themselves in a play that was clearly meant to make fun of them (and me).  

Maybe it was because I did not spare myself from what I considered my biting wit that I was forgiven all.  Or maybe they were all kinder and better friends to me than I (clearly) deserved. 

I sure wish I still had a copy of that stinkeroo, but sadly it has disappeared into the mists of JGHS history.

Probably best for all concerned.