Homecoming Humiliation

I'm gonna keep this brief, because those of you who read my posts know way more about me than you really want/need to know. Don't give me any guff...it's my own fault.

You know I'm a teacher.

Every year before the BIG GAME, my school celebrates Homecoming. Part of our "festivities" involves skits performed by each of the four classes.

Since we are now an offically "broke" school, one of the classes did a skit where the theme was "How to raise money for our Officially Broke School."

Junior Class Skit: (More detailed than what I'm giving you here, but I SAID I was keeping it brief.)

Onstage, a booth with MY name on it and a student who was playing "me."

She was dressed like me.
Did her hair like me.
SOUNDED like me.
It was scary.

And then she began to strut around the stage all dramatically, flailing her arms whenever possible while waving a CD in the air and, in a REALLY LOUD voice yelled

"My name is Miss B-Down! Does anyone want to buy one of my daughter's CD'S???? She can sing Pop, Country, Hip-Hop!!!" I don't remember what else she said because I was laughing...just a LITTLE loudly. That kid nailed me.

However, I do have a few reviews:

1. I'm Italian...my hands just automatically do what they do. It's in the genes.

2. I may be a little dramatic in class, but I'm defintely not THAT loud! I've never heard a complaint from anyone in Utah asking me to keep in down during my lectures.

3. My daughter, had she been present, would have immediately put herself up for adoption.

I love my job...short money AND public humiliation.