I couldn't believe it: I blushed! Right in the middle of Smalls' Academic Bowl championship.
Which is a cross between Jeopardy and Who's Smarter than a Fifth-Grader.
For fifth-graders.
More like Who is the Smartest Fifth-grader.
It was a spelling question and the word was "anoint." Our team buzzed in: A-N-N-O-I-N-T. And the judge said, "Sorry, that was incorrect."
I was SO POSITIVE this was an error on the judge's part that I start gesturing frantically from my seat in the back, to our team captain, who is looking at me kind of confused, and some other parents
are looking at me wondering about the lady with two fingers in the air mouthing words with passion. Blake leaned over and whispered,
are looking at me wondering about the lady with two fingers in the air mouthing words with passion. Blake leaned over and whispered, "Jenna, it's only one N."
That's when I realize it's possible that I am the one that's wrong. And causing a scene about it. It suddenly felt very hot in that room.
I blushed.
Crimson.
Then Blake started snickering and it went crimsonner.
(I don't think I've been that red since I asked my cute bachelor science teacher, Mr. Goodreau, to sign my 7th grade yearbook.)
So I need to feel better. Please tell me about the last time you blushed too.
8 comments:
I think I'm hard to embarrass, I am usually the first person to tell about the stupid things that I do. Mr. Goodreau, that's funny. I never had him but heard all the gals talk about him.
Okay, I got one. My cousin came to my baby blessing, she has had 2 kids a little over a year apart. Anyway, this was like a year after her baby and she seriously had a pouch. I looked at it intently so I wouldn't embarrass myself. And she is in good shape, and the pouch was so isolated to below the belly button region, that I walked right up to her smiling and said "Heey, you didn't tell me! When are you expecting?".
She was nice about it, but I wanted to die! She was not pregnant. If anyone did that to me (and they have) I have wanted to slap them across the head.
P.S. I don't know if you remember, but 7th and 8th grade I was in the spelling bee championship at the Junior High. Both years it came down to me and Nick Seipert, and both years I lost out to Nick. So I appreciate a good spelling bee story.
Holy cow! Is this comment long enough. I just have to keep going because I've already made it so far. Sorry you weren't anointed with the calm gene so you wouldn't have embarrassed yourself (good one). Okay bye.
I was in that Spelling Bee championship. It was the first thing that I thought of when you wrote this.
I was standing near Amber, and I remember many people getting out on the word, alcohol. Yay, for our temperate town. I think Amber spelled it right.
There were 4 people left and I spelled cemetery wrong. 'ery'...what kind of spelling is that? Shouldn't it be 'Ary'? Stupid English language.
Not something to blush about, but I will never misspell cemetery again. I always misspell exercise, though. Spell check hides it, but I always get it wrong the first time.
I will ponder a blushing story. I am sure that I have many that I am blocking for mental health reasons.
I don't really blush any more. I guess I've had waaaayyyy too many of those moments, and they just don't get to me any more! Like the time I patted my friend on the belly and asked her when she was due. Turns out that her baby was 6 months old and she wasn't expecting another one. Oops...
I've never done anything embarrassing, so sorry.
Can I say, you deserve that one...Thats AWESOME. There you go again, thinking you know how to spell anoint. I hate it when I think I know something and am wrong, unfortunately it happens, way TOO often.
I too, was in the 3rd grade spelling contest and my teacher told me I didn't have to learn how to spell a certain group of words and those were the ones in the contest. I remember them posting my score in front of all the parents and kids and it was like 60%. I was so sad. I remember my mom going to the principal at Lincoln and chewing them out for telling me that I learned the wrong group of words.
As in blushing, I blush way too much over things I'm not even embarrassed about. Just telling a simple story and having everyone's eyes on me is enough. I don't know why.
Oh. Mr. Goodreau...
I didn't blush but last week I made pizza for Jimmy and his buddies and delivered it to his card game. I walked in the room and 10 middle-aged guys just stared and got quiet. It was completely awkward. I handed over the pizza cutter and left.
How funny! All my friends were in love with Mr. Goudreau. He was our basketball coach in 7th grade.
Don't have a story to tell. But I know it's happened to me. Nobody will remember but you.
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