So, here is another installment of my ego taking over and trying to convince myself my life hasn’t been that lame!

This one is a pretty big throw back, all the way to when I was 17 or 18, in grade 12. My friend Chris lured me into doing duet acting for Speech and Debate. Yeah, I was in the Speech and Debate club, go me, bitches. It was pretty weird, but at the same time awesome. The basic set up is a bunch of teams made up of two people from high schools around the city compete doing scenes from plays and such. The skits or pieces are about 10 minutes long, there’s judges, etc. The first piece we performed was something about Joan of Arc. Chris had done solo acting before, but I was a newbie, and I was so nervous. The group before us forgot their lines COMPLETELY and the scared the crap out of me. We did good though, that day. No lines forgotten out of our three performances. We met our rivals two. These two girls from some rich school, one girls name was Keeva, but it was spelled like “Qyrswwa” or something. The other girl was Katie or something? Anyways, we TIED with them for first place. Pretty cool.

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We did three more competitions. Our second one was about some woman talking to her dead son. My favourite was the third which was about some eccentric old woman having a melt down with her assistant. The fourth one was where I played a prostitute and Chris my little sister who I was trying to coax away with me. Some how in all of the plays from 2-5 we managed to incorporate me slapping Chris in the face. Wicked.

So, I suppose I should mention we won every competition we entered. We ended up being the provincial champions of duet acting. We beat Qryswwa and Katie at every meeting. They asked us if we had an acting coach, we said no. They asked us if we used these weird forms of acting, we asked what they were. Little ghetto children beating the rich girls, it sounds like an Amanda Bynes movie. On a side note, I would cast Amanda Bynes to play me in the story of my life.

There’s my reflection for the week. I won a bunch of medals for playing old women and prostitutes. I also completed my moral tale of showing rich girls who don’t know how to spell their names not to look down on poor children from the ghetto. Seriously, we know what it’s like to be shot, and you can’t fake that shit, bitches.