Foolishly,
I also signed up for the role of Peter Cottontail in our class
skit. My mother fashioned a fine set of rabbit ears around coat hanger
frames, fixed them on my head, and pinned a fluffy cotton tail to the
seat of my pants. I had the good sense to remove the rabbit ears before
attempting my solo, but overlooked my cotton tail. As I walked to the
microphone the upper classes laughed out loud, which rattled me so much
that I forgot the words to the Christmas carol. I was too ashamed to
look at my notes, because then everyone would know I had forgotten them,
so I hummed an entire verse, trying to make my mistake seem
intentional. No one was fooled.... |
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