The Play

When I read the part about the play, and how their mother wouldn’t let Mamet’s sister go, I was so mad. It was weird because it was just a story, but I really got angry.

I had an experience when I was in first grade similar to that, which is why, I think, I got so angry. I don’t really remember very many things from first grade but I remember the night of our class’ open house. I remember because my family had gone out to eat at Krystal’s before we had to be at my school. The open house was really important to me because everyone in my class had made shoe box dioramas and we were to present them at the open house. My shoe box was 3-D and had a Polly Pocket figurine inside. I was going to be the first person to present my diorama to all the parents at the open house.

Well my family was eating at Krystal’s and my parents got me a few of the little burgers. As I bit into the first one, I realized that there was mustard on it. I HATE mustard. I couldn’t eat it. But my mom told me we weren’t leaving until I ate them. I just cried the whole time because I couldn’t eat them and I knew I would miss my presentation.

By the time we got to my school, the open house was over. I was so mad at my mom. When our yearbook came out, there was a picture of my class and their parents on open house night and I wasn’t in it. It’s a permanent reminder of that night.

Mamet’s mother did the same thing to his sister. I was infuriated while reading about the play. I know how she felt.