High School Skit

 

Do you ever look over your writing to see how much you’ve grown? I often do that. I go back to them whenever I have writer’s block and can’t find ideas. They’re helpful and inspire me when I lack inspiration. I encourage you all to write journals and save them. Every single thing that you write. Save it.

This is just a script I wrote with a class-mate who was my pretend husband. We made a whole wedding scrap-book together which he let me keep, and I still have it. It’s helpful now that my sister is engaged, and I’m trying to help her plan her wedding.

We got a A+. We had to act it out from meeting each-other, to marrying, to children, to growing old and dying. Our presentation at the time was really heated and dramatic.

We had to pretend to be in one of the situations we learned about in the class. We had to use concepts we learned about in the course in our script. We had to use background music and everything else. It was so much fun back then but it took so long. We had to write out our own skit, and we had to memorize our skit too making sure to use concepts. We also had to present our whole scrapbook. There was like a lot of parts to it.

(Included in the bottom is also one of the poems we wrote which we included in our presentation. It was kind of embarrassing, but also fun)

SCRIPT:

Part one: (infertility, how many children to have, adoption)

Thomas: (sitting down reading a newspaper)

Amy: (walks in, throws purse on the floor)

Thomaz: Hunnie, what’s wrong? Is everything alright?

Amy: Baby, I know you have big dreams to have a family of your own, and for us to have our own biological children, but maybe it’s time to face the truth, and accept it. I’m infertile. It will never happen. Nothing works, maybe it’s time to move on.

Thomaz: I’m here to support you, in whatever reproductive technologies you want to use. I know you’ve already tried a few.

Amy: Yeah. I have. I’ve already tried artificial-insemination and a couple of assisted reproductive technologies such as invitro fertilization and drug therapies. I’m pretty much done with all these fertility treatments. Doesn’t there come a point where we have to accept it, and move on… maybe were just not meant to be parents? Don’t you ever think about the stress and conflict were creating for ourselves for nothing? What about adoption have you ever considered that?

Thomaz: I really want children who are of consanguinity. I want children who have my blood Amy.

Amy: But look at these children Thomaz, read the descriptions underneath them. It breaks my heart….maybe we weren’t meant to have biological children…because we were meant to take care of one of them. (hands over Thomaz 5 pictures with 5 descriptions)

Thomaz: (Looks at pictures) Your right Amy. These stories are sad. It says Isaac suffered a lot of physical abuse, and his father would burn him with cigarettes, and his mother had a drug problem. (looks at the pictures again) Oh wow… this stories sad…It’s two bi-racial children. I want them Amy. They are brother and sister. I don’t want them to be separated. It says here…the father walked out on them, and the younger one Cayden was an insecurely attached infant, and due to the fact their father put their mother through a lot of verbal, and physical abuse they witnessed a lot of violence, and the mother ended up committing suicide because she couldn’t handle the pain. They need a home Amy.

Amy: And with that we started fostering these two children… Crystal & Cayden.. the first few years were great… heres some pictures of our foster children. (SHOW SCRAPBOOK)

PART TWO: (When Marital CONFLICT HAPPENS)

Amy: Thomaz, are you serious? You’re a horrible parent. What’s wrong with you? You gave crystal a chocolate again it’s going to wrought her teeth. Just because your parents were authoritative doesn’t give you the right to be permissive. You never say No, and you give the children whatever they want…you’re spoiling them way too much.

Thomaz: What do you know about being a good parent? You’re never home. You’re a feminist. You’re always at work and work runs your life. You don’t even know the value of family.

Amy: I let you move into my house that I paid for, and you have the nerve to speak that way to me.

I can’t cancel on my clients, and somebody around here needs to make sure these children are financially secure and the bills get paid. I know the authoritarian parenting style is the one that allows children to grow up to be happy and successful adults, and someone needs to tell you before we have monster children. And don’t be questioning me about what I do – you’re the one who has a problem with Infidelity – so much for keeping your wedding vows. What you thought because I’m so busy. I’d never catch you??

Thomaz: What do you mean? I never cheated on you or committed adultery.

Amy: Oh but hunnie you did. I’m a psychologist, and you have the nerve to lie to my face. Why don’t you explain these? (hands over pictures of him cheating) oh and not to mention those texts I found in your phone saying…”hey love… my wife won’t be home until six p.m. So we have until then?” Oh please…

Thomaz: You have no right… you can’t creep through my stuff……..

Amy: I didn’t until I found this letter from your mistress with lip gloss all over it, sprayed with perfume.. so much for commitment Thomaz.

Thomaz: What do you want me to do? Get down on a bended knee and apologize… you’re the one always putting me down, always finding something wrong with me, and never here. Someone had to teach me how to care for these children.

Amy: Well maybe we ought to get marriage counselling since were so dysfunctional, or we need to separate or better yet a divorce since you can’t keep your marriage contract. When I got with you I thought you agreed to share the bills so we could have a dual-income family, and now I support you and the children myself, and you cheating on me is the thanks I get? Really?

Thomaz: We can’t break up…. what about the children??

Amy: Oh.. now you want to stay together for the children? So… what when daddy doesn’t come around anymore they don’t feel neglected even though we don’t even know how to be happy together right now? I need space right now Thomaz. You need to pack your stuff, and move out… so I can think this over…………I make enough money to afford Universal Day Care anyways…. It’s not like me and the children really need you.

Thomaz: But….I’m the parent they know, and have an attachment to…

Amy: Thomaz… they’re bi-racial… were Caucasian…what about when they’re older and can communicate and begin to notice that they are bi-racial and were Caucasian… what then? What do we do when they start to struggle with identity issues? ….Maybe were not cut out for this job….

Thomaz: What are you saying? You want to give them up after you already took them in. Amy, maybe you don’t understand. I have a bond with them. I get them, and they get me, and we are not giving them up. I intend to adopt them. We are the family they know. I got a cousin who married a Jamaican woman and is in an inter-racial marriage, and I have loads of extended family that would help support them and me. Maybe you don’t understand that feeling because your father walked out on you and your mother, and maybe you’re so feminist and had an expressive role… and also had to take the mans part and play the instrumental role too.

Amy: How dare you bring my father into this, and put me down after everything I do for people to help them when they’re in need. I told you I need my space. There’s the door. Why don’t you use it?!!

Thomaz: (Walks out of classroom) Fine WOMAN!!! Have it your way!!!

Part three (Marriage/ solution / therapy / counselling)

(so we decided to take a break to decide whether we should get divorced or get back together… and are now doing therapy.. and you people in the classroom are going to be our therapist.. so just listen)

Amy: I feel depressed. I feel heartbroken. I can’t stop eating chocolate. I’m a strong independent woman that usually knows what to do, but now I feel lost. I

don’t deserve this. I don’t understand how this happened. I give my husband everything, and still he’s never satisfied. And on top of that he broke our wedding vows… by committing adultery.

Thomaz: Amy’s always at work. She doesn’t realize the family-work-conflict her full time job is causing at home for us. Here I am a man trying to raise a household…moneys more important to her than family values. She never considers my feelings or the feelings of the children.

Amy: What do you mean… i’ve never considered your feelings? I’ve always put our family first.

Thomaz: Oh yeah.. by never being home… so the children don’t know who you are.. but they know who I am.. because you chose to have a family… and your clients are more important to you.. and that’s the real reason you don’t mind giving them up.

(using the systems theory and the social exchange theory.. first we both made a list of the pros and cons of our relationship.. and then we wrote down a bunch of different ways our lives would turn out… if we stayed together, and if we didn’t… and…we decided we would work on our relationship and stay together……and since we came from religious families.. we felt obligated to…because it takes two people to make something go wrong.. and two people to make it right.. and we both wanted to make it right..)

part 4: when the resolutions over… Amy eventually invested enough money.. and retires at the age of 50.. instead of the original age of 40.. to spend time with the children.. and a non-normative event happened.. and Thomaz gets diagnosed with prostate cancer at the age of 65.. just like his father because apparently it’s hereditary in his family…and he also suffered from a genetic disease known as diabetes for a long time which didn’t help his cancer.. and he ended up dying.. now this is his funeral service…

Amy: Thomaz was the love of my life. I watched him love. I watched him hurt. I watched him cry. I was there by his side.. holding his hand as I watched him die…He knew all a long… his time was short… but he’d lived his dream…maybe not his first one…even through the destructive conflict we sometimes had. We still always found a way to make it right. He never quit or gave up, and when I think of his death I am reminded of the disengagement theory because as he neared closer to his death. He isolated himself and became introverted and shut out a lot of his friends, and I thought I was going to have to help him with resocialization, but maybe that was just my faith and hope to keep him holding on… so that I could stay strong and hold onto him just a little longer. In my heart I thought he would get better, and in his heart he accepted and knew he was dying. Treatment after treatment being unsuccessful. And as he lay there in his hospital bed, and I held his hand. He couldn’t stop telling me about our two children Crystal & Cayden who we did eventually adopt.. and we did become grand-parents. He told me how proud he was to be a father, and a grand-father, even through the crisis after crisis we went through in our lives with our faith… we still made it through. Thomaz as I stand here saddened, heartbroken, lost, and confused.. thinking I’m now dealing with the social construction theory knowing that you are gone dead…I now have to accept the fact I’m ageing to, and sometimes without you as my spouse I feel I have no more meaning or significance to my life. Sometimes I feel it was you who made me feel complete…and without you I’m missing my better half… But I need to be strong and move on.. because.. it’s not my time.. and society still needs me..Goodbye my king.. may you rest in peace.. as you go to heaven with the angels.. (places a rose by Thomaz grave)

~*~ THE END ~*~

Wedding Toast From The Bride To The Groom:

(l wrote it for a project)

by, Irene

My Love,

as a child, just a little girl.

Innocent, young, and naive I was.

But faith kept me strong.

It was my dreams that

made me carry on.

Broken hearts were non-existent.

My fantasies became my hope.

I lived within my dreams –

they kept me pressing on.

I dreamed of big white castles,

surrounded by beautiful gardens.

Every time I had to do dishes, and vacuum,

I pretended I was Cinderella,

But inside still a princess, waiting for my prince.

I knew I had to be patient,

but one day he would come find me,

and rescue me, and when he came

I would fall head over heels in love.

Through my adolescence I dreamed of fame.

Being the one everyone adored.

I had faith in happy-endings, and dreams that

come true.

Thomaz, as I look deep into your eyes,

and remember the things you used to do by surprise.

You are no longer my prince-charming.

Today, you become my king, as we’ve united as one.

Now that the dreams have gone,

and together we have to be strong,

and in the future help each other carry on.

As I wear your wedding ring,

you have now become my angel, my soldier,

my knight in shining armour, and my king.

I will always love you, until death do us part.

You are my everything, as we go about this journey together,

and in our souls just know I truly believe

our love is forever.

 

 

Irene Mielke
 

Irene enjoys writing and inspiring everybody that she meets. She has wisdom for days when it comes to life. She loves to read and support others in becoming the best version of themselves. She also loves to go the gym and her favourite sport is soccer.

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