Ok, ok. It wasn't really called holocaust class. It was just history. This was in the eighth grade. For an in-class assignment, we were gonna LARP the Nuremberg trials. I'm not sure how the roles were assigned, but based on the outcome I don't think they were random. I was Goebbels. I had no idea who this was because I didn't care and didn't pay attention. If I had to characterize my understanding of the man at this time it would have been something like "one of the really bad Nazi leaders." There didn't seem to be much point in researching this or trying to prove my innocence since I couldn't even claim I was just following orders. My prosecutor — seriously, the teacher must have picked, or maybe some students volunteered for their roles? — because my prosecutor was the Jewish kid. The loudest, most pompous, hook-nosed, pimple-faced, curly-haired, hand-rubbing stereotype of a Jew I've ever met to this day. I did not have a defense attorney. The trial went predictably. I didn't even really get to talk or answer any of the questions as the Jew lawyer shouted over me whenever I began to speak. At the time I didn't think much of it, except that I was glad I didn't have to put too much work into it. I think my teacher was trying to wake us up.