Ok, so my cool embarrasing story was from Middle School (I think I mentioned it here before.) 7th grade English class.
Was in there with a few of the cool kids. Especially this chick Jenny, that I was really diggin on. Anyway, the teacher was one of those who was inot art and all that stuff too, (regardless of the fact that it was an ENGLISH class). Anyway, she tells us that "today we'll be watching a film on glass artists." So I am all cool, because my grandmother paints glass dishes and stuff. I tell everyone, making a huge point to tell EVERYONE, that my grandmother does this stuff (HOW I thought telling them that my grandmother did this stuff would impress them, I dont know now). "So yall gotta all watch. Seriously. I have seen my grandmother do this stuff and shes really good. So watch ok?"
Well they start the video.
Its abunch of big burly sweaty hairy men who are glass blowers. (You know the ones who take molten glass and shape it into bowls and vases and stuff.) So then the whole class is lookingat me like, "your grandmother? Nice."
Probably one of many reasons I went stag to 8th grade prom.
