This semester I'm taking English 423: Teaching Composition.  It is a blessed class.  We have various homework assignments, of which blogging is occasionally an option.  You heard me right: blogging for homework!  The current assignment is titled, "Slice of Life."  So...vague and beautifully up to me to share what I will.  And I've decided to share a story.  
I can't count the number of times someone's asked me about my most embarrassing moment.  And, without fail, I blank.  This is inexcusable, as I experience embarrassing moments with alarming frequency.  So, I shall be writing a series of embarrassing moments; they are too horrendous to keep to myself, and I'm not one to be selfish (unless we're talking haagen dazs...).  So, enjoy.  
Embarrassing Moment Numero Uno:  A few months ago I was asked to speak in sacrament (can you already tell where this is going?).  The topic was on hard work, which seemed--especially at that hectic and grueling point of life--appropriate and easy to discuss.  Because of my schooling and work schedule, I was forced into procrastination (totally playing the innocent card.  Final answer.).  Anyway, the previous Saturday I worked until after midnight.  Getting home around 1:00 a.m., I began preparing my talk and..oh yeah..primary lesson.  Primary lessons are not particularly hard to prepare, but the combination of lesson + talk kept me up preeeetty late.  And we have 9:00 church.    
So, I ended up with three hours of sleep and little to eat (grocery shopping not my forte).    
Me and my husband arrived a few minutes early and took our seats in the stands; I was exhausted but felt decently okay about my talk.  When it was my turn, I strode to the podium and began.    
For the first few minutes it was smooth sailing; I felt comfortable and secure in my delivery and message.  The crowd seemed as engaged as could be hoped for, and my nerves had eased.  
Then I started feeling light headed.  And sick.  And...faint.  
Noooooo!  
Having fainted before, I was well-versed in the symptoms.    
I bent my legs and leaned onto the podium, holding on for dear life.  
"This is not happening.  I will this to not happen!" I thought.  "Maybe...if I just get through this next segment, these feelings will go away."  
I began reading a quote when suddenly...lights off.  I had time to mumble into the mike, "I'm sorry...I think I'm...blacking out..."  
My husband rushed to my side, whispering, "Let's sit down for a moment.."  He tried to guide me to my seat but I had reached total unconsciousness.  Need a visual?  5'11 girl, high heels, totally limp in husbands arms, head rolled back, arms awkwardly extended.  Or so I'm told.  
When I came to, the high council was murmuring amongst themselves, "Should we carry her out..?"   Um...h#$% no!  What's more embarrassing than fainting in sacrament?  Being carried out of sacrament!  
Somewhat alert, I protested.  They seemed relieved I was conscious and let me sit up.  Someone handed me a water bottle.  "I'm fine."  I relayed.  I got up and began walking to the podium when one of them shoved me back in the direction of my chair.  "But I want to finish..." I began.  They exchanged looks.  "Maybe...well...maybe if someone gets her a microphone?  And she finishes sitting down...Honey, you sure you want to finish?"  (I added the 'Honey.'  I think they were more serious, but in the flow of the story it sounded good to me...)  
After I assured them multiple times I wanted to finish (my ward doesn't really know me and I'll be darned if they think I'm some nervous wreck who can't talk in public), they succumbed.    
Mike in hand, I finished my talk sitting down.  Which, just so you know, is a muuuuch more comfortable way to delivery a speech.  I think talks are only nerve-wrecking because there's that whole walk to the podium thing...you should request seated delivery next time you give a talk; you won't regret it.  The rest of my talk went well, not that it mattered; who's going to remember anything past, "SACRAMENT HULLABALOO: GIRL FAINTS MID-DELIVERY!"  
So...there ya go. What's currently my most embarrassing memory (we'll see how long it stays on the top).  I wouldn't choose to do it again (once is sufficient, right?), but I have to admit it made me a total primary celebrity, which is pretty cool.    Stay tuned...more embarrassing moments to come.
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I was laughing out loud, especially at the part where you acknowledge that the fainting will be the most memorable part. I, too, have embarrassing moments when I have been a speaker and teacher (don't ask about wearing a microphone into the bathroom!) and always know that what I say will probably be forgotten--but what I did will not. Thanks for sharing.
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