For my final drama class in high school, a few of my friends and I decided to direct the school’s musical of the year. This would start the worst semester of my life, academically and emotionally. We started the semester with the plan to put on Peter Pan Jr. It was an easy musical for the talent level in our class, and we were excited about it. That is, until the issue of the Indians were brought up. This is obviously a very racist depiction of Native American people, and we had a few ideas, some of which were making the Indians another group of Lost Boys, or scrapping them all together. We ultimately decided that we couldn’t do Peter Pan, and it was back to the drawing board.