Due to an overexposure to English class I thoroughly embarrassed myself in history.
I said Shakespeare's name in the place of Hitler's.
I was talking about how Hitler had to shake the hand of a black man who won an event in the 1933 Olympics in Nazi Germany.
"So the guy won a sprint, and then Shakespeare had to -- did I say Shakespeare? I didn't mean Shakespeare. iswearimeanthitler. I meant Hitler, guys!"
It's a good thing that I can laugh at myself and not be completely embarrassed by my simple slip of speech which made the entire class laugh and my face turn red and me feel stupid and overly talkative, right?
Okay, maybe I'm a little bit embarrassed.
The Holocaust is a topic I take really seriously -- I mean, my grandmother is a survivor. So it was weird and uncomfortable as well.
Fantastic. ( <-- That's been my favourite adjective lately. I need to sleep more.)
I'm writing a post for Teens Can Write Too's blog chain for Monday.