tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post116417506927486812..comments2024-03-14T00:16:32.077-07:00Comments on 50 Books: BOOKS: Use Your Grey MatterTammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16613804843380827691noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1164251883894270142006-11-22T19:18:00.000-08:002006-11-22T19:18:00.000-08:007th grade, middle of making a point in English cla...7th grade, middle of making a point in English class, pompously leaning back in my chair. I fell over mid-sentence.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1164230465392284132006-11-22T13:21:00.000-08:002006-11-22T13:21:00.000-08:00Cheesesteak, that Ben Hur reference made me so hap...Cheesesteak, that Ben Hur reference made me so happy! I didn't think of that while reading Doppelganger's entry, but of course!<BR/><BR/>Most embarrassing moment: when I was a C.I.T. (counselor-in-training at summer camp), we all did the Time Warp from Rocky Horror at the talent show. I had no appropriate clothes, so somehow I decided that my plastic transparent purple rain jacket (I know, it was the 80's) would work as pants if I jerry-rigged them. They did look kind of punk, but then while dancing the Time Warp, they started to fall down.<BR/><BR/>And I saw my group of six-year-olds, near the front row of the audience, pointing at me and yelling "Her pants are falling down!" and laughing about it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1164227201794003232006-11-22T12:26:00.000-08:002006-11-22T12:26:00.000-08:00Oh man, this all just reminded me of my most embar...Oh man, this all just reminded me of my most embarrassing moment in junior high (I guess that's what you'd call it, school years aren't the same in French). In French class, I was sitting by a window. That day, the window was open and the curtain was flying all over the place, but mostly on me and I was in a constant battle against it. At one point, the teacher said: "something something, Chanie?" I don't know why I didn't just ask her to repeat the question. I answered: "I don't know." The teacher and the whole class stared at me for like five minutes. I repeated, insisting: "I don't know!" The teacher turned and asked the person behind me : "Okay, then Maud, can you read the next question for us please?" Yeah. Needless to say, I felt like an idiot.Chaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00420357600159714601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1164226266628204482006-11-22T12:11:00.000-08:002006-11-22T12:11:00.000-08:00"I misspelled the word 'carpenter' in a school-wid..."I misspelled the word 'carpenter' in a school-wide spelling bee when I was in 8th grade."<BR/><BR/>I won the local spelling bee in 5th grade, so when I came back in 6th grade, everyone knew I was the one to beat. Until I misspelled "piano" in the first round.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1164219617274219212006-11-22T10:20:00.000-08:002006-11-22T10:20:00.000-08:00I'll give you a school-humiliation moment! 5th gra...I'll give you a school-humiliation moment! 5th grade English, creative writing assignment. I wrote an alternate scene from a 21 Jump Street episode and got totally busted for plagerizing. I had NO IDEA that was plagerizing, NOR did I know that I had accidentally written fanfic. I didn't even know what the hell fanfic WAS until the damn internet was invented. I wanted to die, it was so embarrassing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1164217776236351962006-11-22T09:49:00.001-08:002006-11-22T09:49:00.001-08:00Only because I was just talking to him and he did ...Only because I was just talking to him and he did not know what the word cumbersome meant, my embarrassing story relates to my brother - Joshua. <BR/><BR/>I forget how old he was, but I know he was in high school and so I could not have been more than a couple years into college. The parents, myself and a couple of other siblings were having a debate on political parties. Democrat, Republican, Independant, moderate-Republican. My brother Joshua announces proudly and loudly that he is a THESPIAN!!!! <BR/><BR/>Poor thing, it took us about 2 hours to stop laughing and tell him what a thespian was and that Thespians were in fact NOT a recognized political part.PBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14549121909119053457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1164217748961384132006-11-22T09:49:00.000-08:002006-11-22T09:49:00.000-08:00I too, have many small humiliations in my past. O...I too, have many small humiliations in my past. One of the most horrific was when a classmate reached into the hole in the knee of my jeans and extracted a pair of underwear that had been stuck in the leg. He then, of course, flung them across the room. But at least I wear underpants (...Lindsey).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1164216794471697402006-11-22T09:33:00.000-08:002006-11-22T09:33:00.000-08:00Grade five was that God-forsaken year when nothing...Grade five was that God-forsaken year when nothing went right.<BR/>Show and Tell is what always managed to bite me in the ass, though, for being a nerd.<BR/>In one case I brought in the Les Miserables disc set and played a song or two for my class and it took a full minute of stunned silence afterwards for me to realize that it was the song about prostitutes.<BR/>...But it was just so <I>dance-able</I>!<BR/>Another time I found a copy of Romeo and Juliet that was as old as the hills (or at least my parent's high school days,) and brought it in. Creepy-ass teacher began trying to get me to read the balcony scene aloud with him, but rather than die of the pedo-squickiness, I crawled behind an armchair in a corner and refused to come out until recess or I stopped breaking out in hives, whichever came first.Emhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06894215177878536537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1164206178252588022006-11-22T06:36:00.000-08:002006-11-22T06:36:00.000-08:00First: I proof-read menus when I go out. And I poi...First: I proof-read menus when I go out. And I point out mistakes. Second: I am <B>VERY</B> competitive. As such: I misspelled the word "carpenter" in a school-wide spelling bee when I was in 8th grade. <BR/><BR/>The winner? A <I>third</I>-grader. <BR/><BR/>C-A-R-P-E-<B>N</B>-T-E-R!!! CARPENTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com