As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a Blue Coat. To me, being a Blue Coat was better than being President of the United States. Ever since I wandered into the box office looking to score tickets to an after school showing of How the Davi Stole Nixmas, I knew I wanted to be a part of them. It was there, in that glorious blue coat, that I knew I belonged. To me, it meant being a somebody in a theater full of nobodies. Blue Coats weren’t like everyone else.