Typecasting
Going to a city school in Belgium, we didn't have any Christmas plays.
We did, however, have a long tradition of putting up shows on open house day, typically with the sproglets from each year doing their own little bit.
More often than not, this meant incredibly elaborate dance sequences, choreographed by the teachers, who seemed to determined to make their class outshine the rest.

One particular year, our theme was "Grease", which of course meant all the boys dressed as T-birds and the girls as Pink Ladies, you get the idea.

This involved a musical number set to Rock Around the Clock, wherein the boys walked on stage one by one in their greaser outfits and acted all Brando-ish with combs and stuff before going into a little dance.
Being the weird unpopular kid, it was then decided that one of the "cool" kids were to steal my wallet while I did my entrance, as part of the act. Nice.

Then the Grease medley followed, in which the class was divided into three groups: Boys, Girls, and Nerds Who Got to Stand At The Back And Snap Their Fingers While The Other Two Groups Did The Rest Of The Routine.
This last group was created especially for me(the weird dumpy one), my best mate (skinny, bespectacled, and closet gay), and the fat kid.

Bitter? Moi?
(Caustic Armadillo consists at least 30% out of custard, Sat 28 Mar 2009, 11:27, Reply)