The Method To My Madness

Those Awkward Moments Part Two

Honestly I am just one big ball of awkward as I have mentioned this before. Which that's okay, I am completely content with being strange and unique. I enjoy the crazy looks and shifty glances people give me. In a way it helps me to remember I'm not as invisible as the world's size tends to make me feel. I don't mind being known for my "outside of the box" thinking or erratic behavior and mannerisms. It's what makes me, well me.

But onto my point. I have a few favorite memories that are just plain awkward but every time I look back at them I just have to laugh at myself. And that's a good thing, to be able to laugh at yourself that is. My freshman year of high school was very eventful. I mean in that year not only had I "grabbed the wrong rail" but I had my bra undone in the middle of class and my heart was broken for the first time. The heart breaking is a story for a different time.

Let's get back to awkward moments. Freshman year moments to be exact. So where I live we have to take Biology our 9th grade year. It's mandatory. Personally I loved Biology. I had a great group of friends and I was really into the subject. Unfortunately I had a horrible teacher. I mean she literally couldn't teach to save her life, poor thing. Well it was the last class of the semester and we were taking our finals. I couldn't wait for it to be over! It was cold out an I had recently gone shopping with my Mom.  

 I bought myself this nice black thermal long sleeve shirt and I had it on under my blue flannel plaid shirt. Nice comfy clothes. I even had on a brand new bra I had bought from Victoria Secret. Now, normally I wouldn't have shared that detail with you but it's important to the story. So anyway, I was at the back of the classroom with two of my friends, Jane and Bri. So we were talking and Jane says "Oh Kylie! I'm gonna miss you over the break!" and then gave me hug. I hugged her back thinking nothing of it. Next thing I know my bra is falling off of me. Jane un-did the clasp and ran off laughing like a madwoman.

So there I am. Out in the open. Guys every where and I can't get my bra to clasp back together. Bri literally had to lift my many warm layers of clothing off my back and help me put my bra on. To add insult to injury when Jane played with my bra she BROKE the clasp. It was a sad, sad day.