RemebeRED - Sophomore Geometry

Your assignment this week was to write a post about an embarrassing moment.

Many of you asked, "We can only pick one?" Because it is, unfortunately, part of life.

So let's see what you came up with for your post.

Link up - but ONLY if you've done the prompt. 

I guess this may not be funny to everyone because not everyone will remember 10th grade Geometry.  Theorems ALWAYS have a given, I think, cause I really didn't learn about them.  We are supposed to be able to deduce the conclusion (or whatever) from what the theorem gives us. 

I was never an outstanding student.  I could have been.  How do I know this?  Because so many people throughout my youth stated, time & again, that I "was so smart, just lazy" or "She just doesn't live up to her potential" or, my personal favorite, "if she would just apply herself".  I was that kid, and there were a lot of us, I think.

Now that you know I was a stellar, fully devoted student I can tell you my story.

There was this mean teacher in High School.  I want to say her name was Mrs. Hilton.  I may not be right about that name.  She was brutal - with her lessons, with her tests and her pop quizzes were popped at us often, like a bare fist in the face.

It had to have been somewhere towards the end of the second semester.  She'd been teaching theorems (what?  I still don't know what those are, nor did I ever need to) for at least a week & a half.  We were all supposed to have understood what they were & how to work them by the time of the *ahem* incident.  She was good at calling on those kids who really wanted to answer.  She paid little attention to those of us who were disinterested.  Except on this day.  Yeah...she called on me.

"Alexis," I'm surprised she even knew my name. "What do you know about this problem?"

At first I didn't even think I heard her right.  I sat upright, cause I was all slouched & low - head down, bored to death, legs stretched & hands folded across my lap in the back row.  I may have even been almost asleep.

"Huh?" I don't think it was a clear "huh", probably more like a grunt.  I scooted my chair  back up to my desk.

"Um..." I acted like I was reading the problem and I even strained my face to make it look like I was thinking.  Because for some reason, everyone in the class was staring back at me, and they never did that before!!

"Well..." she said, an inner finger was drumming on her brain waiting for me to answer.  She pointed at the problem on the board & asked again. "What do you know of this problem?

After another long pause...

"The given?"

The class erupted with laughter.  It startled me!  After my mini jump, I felt my face flush & realized I must have said something insanely funny, so I chuckled a little, too.  To give the air of "MAN AM I FUNNY!", but I was so embarrassed, I felt like a complete dumbass  and Mrs. Hilton (or whatever her name was) was pissed.  She obviously thought I was being funny intentionally, too.  I sure fooled them!  HA!

I know I have more stories to tell about my numerous embarrassments, but that one stands out the most.  I was laughed at and felt so stupid.  That's what I get for not "applying" myself.

RemebeRED - My first contribution

This will be my first time participating in RemembeRED.  I have a thing about taking trips down memory lane, so hopefully, my contributions will be worthwhile to those who take the time to read them.  I know I'll enjoy reading the posts of others, it's in my semi-voyeuristic nature (not the weirdo voyeur, the curiosity one - if there is such a thing).

Join in the writing, if you want to share!

 Family Time with the Browns

We moved to a suburban neighborhood when I was turning 12.  For my parents, it was the ultimate move because it was the first house they ever owned.  My dad was elated to have a mortgage, rather than a rent payment.  The house was his, ours.

Over the years, we flip-flopped rooms several times.  The split level house had 4 bedrooms.  One was an add-on to the garage.  The only people in the house who occupied that room at any given time were my older brother & when we first moved in, my parents.  I never wanted that room - it was in the garage, after all (blocked off by a wall, but still in the garage...).

I had the pink room - upstairs at the back of the short hall, common sense told my parents when they viewed the house that it would be my room.  I wasn't crazy about it.  Pink (carnation pink) walls & green shag carpet - ew!  I did have that room for most of my life in that house.  I also occupied the room downstairs & the master bedroom upstairs next to mine, across from the bathroom at other times.

When my parents occupied the master bedroom, they put a small tv (13 inch) on top of my mom's old wardrobe.  That tiny little tv was the source of so many fun memories & time spent together as a family.  My dad didn't often hush us when we were all together watching tv.  Because we did, in fact, watch the shows.

My parents LOVED China Beach.  Kind of a M*A*S*H for Vietnam.  I wasn't always interested in the show, but I did enjoy just being in there while they watched it.  The closeness I felt with my family is what always brought me in there to watch TV.

The Cosby show is probably the most significant memory evoking tv show that we shared.  That & Cheers.  So many laughs were shared watching those 2 shows & the comments we'd shoot around while watching would be sometimes snide, but oh so much fun!  We could pick on each other without anyone getting hurt or angry.  We would compare our own short comings with those the Cosby kids experienced.  Overall, I think we all took some things away from the Cosby family.  That was when tv was still wholesome & good.

It was so much more about the time we spent together, my dad in the chair, my mom, me & my little bro on the bed & my older brother either standing around or on the edge of the bed.  I never thought tv shows would be a source of joy, but it has been & whenever I see an old episode of the Cosby Show or Cheers, I can't help but feel nostalgic & want to be back in that room, hanging out with my family.  We all live all around the country, so the memories are like a warm, distant hug when I get to feeling them.