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My most embaressing moment isn't an underwear story. I didn't trip giving any thing to anyone, I didn't make the wrong speech. I didn't do anything, and that's the problem.
Every year at school on Remberance Day, our school has two ceremonies, one for the juniors and one for the seniors. We invite a veteran, sometimes young, sometimes old, to speak. I play in the school band and therefore I have to be there for both assemblies.
My principal, his typical clued-out self, neglected to tell the grade nines and tens to hold their applause, and even when he did, they cheered and whistled and clapped after every supposedly serious performance or speech.
My principal lay his wreath before first post. Nobody was asked to stand, so the whole auditorium sat there through first post, the minutes of silence and reveille. I whispered to my band teacher, we should stand. We should stand. We're supposed stand. She told me it was okay, don't stand up, Victoria.
And me, like a fool, like a complete idiot. I didn't stand up. I should have stood then and there, and the band would have followed and the juniors would have got the idea, but I sat there, I didn't do anything. I am furious at myself for not standing, for not getting up when I knew it was right. I am furious at the embaressing conduct of the bottom half of my high school, and I am furious at my band teacher for telling me it was okay.
The senior assembly was perfect. Silent, respectful, and we all stood.
That is my most embaressing moment. The speaker must have been horrified. I didn't see if he stood, perhaps he didn't either. In a room full of three hundred people, no one stood. I should have and I didn't.
So many times I know I am right and I listen to my so called superiors like a fool. I am resolved never to sit there like an idiot again, because I can't stand how terrible I feel afterwards.
Thank you for listening to my rant.
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I remember one Remembrance day at school, we were in French class when it got to eleven o'clock.
My French teacher was this middle aged, rather deaf, totally mad little woman, who at that moment happened to have her head in the stationary cupboard rearranging supplies. So we all stood up and did the silence while she ranted on and on about how there wasn't enough paper. It was so embarrassing, but there was no way to tell her what was going on without breaking the silence. It was a very long two minutes.
When the bell rang for the end of silence she turned round and told us to stand up and be silent. Then she realised that we were already standing. The facts of the case finally dawned, and that was probably the only time I ever saw her at a loss. We should have done something, or said something to save us all the embarrassment.
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