It wasn’t my first time
seeing Karen Anzoategui’s “Catholic School Daze,” I had had the privilege of
seeing it earlier this year but, with my higher level of consciousness, I was
able to see the pain, struggles, and borders that Anzoategui endures and
overcomes throughout the play. Being an autobiographical piece, it began with
Karen, a self-righteous, hardcore Jesus/Catholic fanatic whose mission in life
is to help others, and complete the two hundred plus hours of community
service. Karen’s worked so hard in life: she’s an at-best mediocre student,
does what her mother asks her to do, and prays to Jesus, what more can Karen
ask for? Eventually, a rumor begins at Karen’s school, a Catholic school,
where, supposedly, she was seen kissing Amanda Rodriguez. To Karen’s dismay,
she is appalled and shocked that this rumor manifested, even more surprised
because she doesn’t even know an Amanda. Karen gets expelled from Catholic
school for her immoral and sinful ways and is eventually sent to another school
where she meets a new female friend. After spending time with each other, Karen
receives a call from her new female friend who tells Karen
Anzoategui’s performance
demonstrates how conflicts in our lives create borders, leaving us halfway
stuck on a fence, not knowing which side we should fall on. Being a devout
Catholic, Karen now struggles with her newly discovered sexual orientation,
which stemmed from her body like the blood from her skin. Karen’s able to
understand how the two conflict one another, that by being a lesbian is sinful
and very much against being a “good” Catholic. Afterwards, Anzoategui begins,
casually, to discuss her life where “Catholic School Daze” leaves off. She
discusses her conflict and how she decided to leave the church behind so that
she can remove the stress and pressure in which she carried. She was able to “
pick” a side of the fence she hung on to, the side that didn’t fill her mind
with being “immoral” or “sinful”—a side that she would be able to be herself,
freely. By removing herself from the Catholic Church, she was able to shed the
pain she felt, and even the physical scars she inflicted onto herself. I admire
the way that Anzoategui is able to openly discuss her horrors and trauma in a
way that is light yet heartfelt. She definitely knows what it’s like to have
borders in her life and, gratefully, she made the journey over and she is in a
much better place.
Here’s a picture of myself,
along with Aces and Diana, with Karen Anzoategui.
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