I started a charitable school club. Back in the day it was the hot thing to sell candy bars in school for fundraising, and there is a company that existed specifically for school organizations to join a program and do so. No staff wanted to be the faculty sponsor of my club, so we didn’t have any space to call ours… Well some fat asshat (hindsight is …) who was the head of community education office where I helped out on lunch (a whole different story) said “hey! You can store your chocolate stock in our closet.” Well, eventually, about $100 or more of chocolate bars went missing. He actually told me they “went bad” and threw them away. (He ate them.) When someone realized there was a problem with the books, they called my parents in, it was implied I either ate the candy or stole the money. I tried explaining what I thought happened, but nobody listened and my Dad didn’t do much. My club was dissolved, and I was blocked from any extra curricular activities from then on, including trying to get into an advanced class that would have changed my life. Word spread amongst the faculty ( I’m pretty sure there was a meeting) and my favorite teachers forgot I existed.

And then… And I’m only just now realizing this fucked up detail… One of those favorite teachers who turned her back on me, was my theater teacher… because it was an actual class I was able to continue theater class but I was cast as Agustas Gloop in theater class play of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory…

Ages 2-25

Part 2: Learn to Hide It Ages 25-present.