Most Embarrassing Moments: Part One

I was reminded of this moment by a combination of watching the skits on Napoleon Dynamite, and by running into a song by "The Safety Kids" on the internet yesterday. Oh, and by watching that part on Carrie where she is so horrified that she locks all the doors in the school with her eyes and starts a fire.
No crap there I was... running for some kind of student body government office. My genius campaign strategy?: team up with people more popular than myself. Brilliant! I basically forced this poor girl to do a skit together with me. I should have realized she had no interest in it at all when I showed up at her house to plan the skit and she was on her way out the door to some kind of sports game(plus she was the only one running for her position so really didn't even need to do a skit). But I was persistent! I followed her to the game, all the while trying to pry ideas out of her while she cheered on her team and barely glanced my way for the duration of the game. I finally sifted through some tapes of hers at her house and found an old "Safety Kids" album, and from their decided on a song called "Designer genes." I still can't figure out how this song helps kids be safe but anyway. My campaign strategy to use people more popular than myself was still in full force. We planned to meet at the school the next day to put the finishing touches on. I showed up at like 5am, I think she showed up 5 minutes before school started. That's OK, just in time for her to asked the coolest guys to be in our skit. The plan was for them to dance around (or something like that, the details here get fuzzy) and at the very end turn around and signs on their behinds would say "Vote for Amy and Brittany." Lame in it's own right, but at the rehearsal the principal thought this would be too risqué (thanks to an unsavory "tampon comment" from a student in a skit the year before) and banned us from putting the signs on their bottoms. Even more lame. But again, my campaign strategy did not involve having a good skit by any means.
So the time came for the guys to do their thing. They stood up on stage holding their "vote for Amy and Brittany signs" while the song played in the background. They had these looks on their faces, like "what is going on," and "this is so lame," and you know, hanging their mouths open and shaking their heads and of course the occasional eye roll. Then it ended. No one clapped, the audience was stunned, this part was nothing like Napoleon Dynamite because they didn't all stand up and cheer their loudest. They were looking around at each other and I heard some one shout "What the h%#@?" I yelled "Vote for me!" to a sea of confused faces and the sound of crickets and the occasional cough. Sigh. I wanted to run home and never come back. In my next class, a kid asked, "What the h%#@ was that?" I burst into tears. Needless to say, I did not obtain office that year.