So, on the subject of narrators, how many former nativity narrators....

[colditz]

..Stil feel like narrators to this day?

I thought about it, and actually, I am still the boring looking one who is quite clever, never gets to wear a sparkly outfit, and gets given the tedious jobs because it is widely known that I can and will do them.

I was always the narrator. Either the teachers cottoned on to the fact I was a good reader, or they saw the sight of me in a leotard and thought I looked better in my uniform.

I wanted to be the whirlygig

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'oooheerr fraannyandzooey wants to hear a song about breasts she must be lezzy and have fleas and be mental'

sorry that was a sample of what i had to put up with from my primary school colleagues while singing a song containing the line

'sleep little child on my breast'

PMSL at this thread!

I was the fairy who (accidentally) danced off the stage - not sure what that says about me

lol colditz, that was me, and yes, I was the narrator, for several years. Had a deep and profound effect on me - wanted to be the Virgin Mary but the pretty, popular girls got that - never recovered really!

Still looking for that blasted personality test thing!

Well, as I said on another thread, I was the Angel Gabriel (but wanted to be Mary. The Mary they had flashed her knickers at the audience ... poor form). I was then a cat (career highlight) with my BF (she was the mouse) and we had our own song. Which I still remember "said the cat to the mouse in their dark little house in the stable so loooooooooong agooooooooooooo. I am wondering why that bright star in the sky, is shining upon us down below". This I remember more than 20 years later, yet I can't remember what I did yesterday. Pscha. All I wanted to be the whole way through was either a star, an angel or Mary. And for ballet performances, it was even worse (chicken, lost boy, magician's dove, fish).

Wow!

That theory explains everything! It all makes sense...

I was always made to do at least one reading for every festival (harvest, Easter, Christmas etc), despite being painfully shy and really, really not wanting to. And then every year they complained at me and told me I had to SPEAK UP. I hated it and still remember how painful it felt.

And now, as an English teacher, I have to make pupils stand up and do speaking assessments and then mark them, including on how confident they are. I always tell them how much I hated it when I was a pupil - and hope that they forgive me a bit.

I was ALWAYS the narrator, always always always.

So were the people I worked with...

weird

Yep, me too.