When I was in my Freshman year of high school a mess up with my schedule put me in an Acting 101 class.  I didn't want this class and had never signed up for it so I went to my school counselor to get it dropped and get me reassigned to something more my speed like Wallflower 101 or something.  My school counselor told me that it was probably caused by a computer foul up and that I should just take the class and "Hey you might like it".  Now I was raised at a time when children were told to respect their elders, keep their mouths shut and do as you are told.  So I accepted the counselors lame excuse of a computer error put my tail between my legs and went to acting class.  For someone such as myself a shy person new to high school this was not an easy thing to do.  The class wasn't that difficult as most of it was the teacher showing us how to do pantomime and then calling students up to the front of the class to act out something that she gives us.  One of my first assignments was to pretend I was mowing a lawn.  Now I had mowed many a lawn in my time because it was my responsibility at my house to keep our yard in tip top shape so I knew how to mow a lawn.  Also being somewhat creative rather than just pretend I was walking up and down and pushing a mower I also pretended like I was filling it up with gas and having trouble getting it to start and had to pull the cord numerous times.  The teacher applauded my creativity and a star was born.  Well not quite.  Towards the end of the semester we were all assigned a scene from an actual play to do and given a co-star.  This was suppose to be our final exam.  I was assigned to do a love scene with a very pretty girl in the class, also a freshman.  This made me very nervous.  First of all, she was as, I mentioned, a hottie and I was tall, skinny and pimply faced.  In other words a nerd, a geek, a dork, a nottie.  Whatever word you want to call it that was me.  I am sure my lovely co-star in the scene was not the least bit thrilled with doing a love scene with me.  To add to my problems is the scene contained a part where I was to help her sit on a wall and then kiss her.  This was at a time in my life when I had never had a girlfriend and certainly had never even kissed a girl so you can imagine the anxiousness I was feeling.  Add to that was the fact that the scene had about 5 pages of dialogue that I had to remember.  I have never had to memorize so much stuff in my life and wasn't sure how I was going to do it.  So everyday I showed up for class and rehearsed my scene with the curvy brunette and every time we got to the part where I was to kiss her we skipped over it and moved on with never a word being said.  As our Christmas break approached and I was looking forward to two weeks off the teacher announced that we would all be doing our scenes the first day we get back.  What a way to ruin two weeks off from school.  I was in full panic mode.  How in the world was I going to memorize five pages of dialogue?  The only thing I could think of was repetition.  So I read my script.  Every day.  As often as I could.  Sometimes as many as 10 times a day.  The whole thing, both parts.  I didn't ask my family for help for fear that they would make fun of me for doing a love scene let alone being in acting class at all.  On the first day back from break, which began by me throwing up in the bathroom in the morning, the teacher started calling people up one by one to do their scene.  We had no idea in what order she was calling people so we all had to be prepared.  Part of me wanted to go first and get it over with but also part of me was relieved when she kept skipping over my name.  Towards the end of the class we finally got the call.  We both went up on the stage and just stared at each other for a second as if to day "Holy Crap!  What have we gotten ourselves into?"  My beautiful co-star looked at me smiled and said her first line.  Then I said mine.  Then she spoke.  Then I spoke and the next thing we knew we were acting out our scene.  We had a rhythm going and after a while I completely forgot their was an audience and we were on a stage.  We were just talking to each other.  As if the words were true.  As if they meant something to us.  We nailed our lines.  Got everyone right.  My idea of studying by repetition worked.  When we finished we both looked at the audience and got much applause.  To our surprise the audience had doubled while we were up on stage.  It seemed the bell rang while we were acting and neither of us noticed and we kept right on going and the teacher didn't stop us.  The audience was no longer just our class but the next one too and their teacher.  I ended up getting an A in the class but decided that the whole experience complete with vomiting and anxiety attacks was not for me.  As for the kiss.  Well when we got to that point in the script I looked at her and paused for a second and she looked at me as if to say "not a chance dork" then she said her next line and I mine and we skipped right over just like we had in practice.  So my first kiss was just going to have wait awhile.