Most Embarrassing Moment of My Life

On occasion I've been asked, "what's your most embarrassing moment?"

I've never really been able to think of anything, because I am a very weird individual and very confident in this fact. However, that changed this week.

I have this English teacher who is my absolute favorite, who has helped me decide what I'm going to do with my life and realize that words have meaning and power. We have become very close over the past three years of my high school career, because I make him edit my poems all the time, and I am very comfortable with him. In a computer lab at our school (where I spend a lot of my free time), we have two additional laptops instead of two extra computers, because with the addition people in classes on average, we need more computers than our school had budgeted for. *That's an entirely different blog/rant.* But anyway, one of these (surprise surprise) is not fully functioning, and needs to have a mouse attachment, since the touch pad mouse is broken.


My teacher always connects the mouse to the wrong lap top, the non-broken one. Because of this, I came into the lab and saw a post it saying "Mouse is broken" on the lap top. I got all huffy and took the note off of the computer, and marched (basically, and those of you who know me will know that it really could be nothing less) to my teacher's room to tell him that he was incorrect.

"You always put the mouse on the wrong computer!" I exclaimed, without any sort of greeting before.
"It's the black one, right?" he responded.
"No, babe, no it's the silver one..."

I realized what I said, but it was too late. I stammered something else to try and cover my term-of-endearment-slip-up, but it was probably not heard by him over his laughter. He said something else to me, but I was trying my best to stammer other things and just get outta dodge. Honestly, I don't think I could have been more shades, or a darker, color red.

I went back to the lab, and relayed the story to my best friend in the whole wide world, who laughed at me (as I knew she would.) To try and fix things, and be ironic, by writing a small haiku. I titled it, "When a Habit Becomes an Awkward Instance."


That awkward moment
when one calls their teacher "babe"
really is awkward.

I put it on his desk, and pretty much ran away before he could get back with a note on it saying "can you edit this for me? :) "

Later in the day, when I actually had his class, he assured me that everything was fine with a note in a folder from UW-Stevens Point.

I still was, and sort of am, horrified. He must think I'm in love with him. I'm not. I call everyone hon or sweetie or babe or dear, and most of the time, mean nothing by it.

So that's the most embarrassing moment of my life. Thank you for reading the entire thing. and please don't judge me too much.

All in all, this week was better than the last.

Love you,
Taylor May.
 
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"World Peace."

I remember when I was a little girl, and my godfather was fighting in Iraq, and on my christmas list, the first thing I put was "George to come home," and "world peace."

Even at a young age, I was obsessed with everyone loving one another and getting along. But as I get older, I realize that this is next to impossible. Everything I learn in school, and see on the news, shows me that ignorance and intolerance plauges every country in the world. There is absolutely nothing that can take these things away.

I don't understand why people can't look at this world and realize that, obviously, things aren't working. There is so much hate and killing, and poverty, and I lose sleep at night thinking about all of it. I'm overwhelmed by it.

Imagine how amazing the world would be if people put their energies toward good, all the time, every day. I know that there are some poeple who already do this, and groups who are making a difference in America and elsewhere, and I have so much hope and love for these groups. I wish I could do what they do.

But I think what amazes me the most is the apathy that we show as a country toward other countries problems. I just got done watching an hour long video on the attacks in Mumbai, India in 2008. That was a horrifying incident, but it's only one example of the horrible things happening in other places in the world. Every day, there are people murdered, sold into slavery, starving to death, persecuted, executed, with nothing. It makes me sick. But those things, for whatever reason, don't make the news. Instead all I see are pointless stories in the headlines, and supid puff-pieces on the morning news. What about human nature makes us so self centered like this? What is it that makes us so ignorant?

No, human nature does not make us ignorant. Ignorance and intolerance are rooted in hate, which is a learned practice. My children will not be taught hate. They will accept everyone, like family. No matter their race, sexual orientation, whatever.

This turned into a rant, but I guess what I'm trying to say is the only way world peace could ever tuly be possible is if we do something to change it. It could start small- the way we treat one another, for example. If we love, it can make a difference.

So please, I beg you, love one another.

Taylor May

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