I don’t know how to exactly explain why some moments stick in my head more than others. Every now and then though when I find myself in a situation, I look back on a memory that never seems to go away. My 8th grade history teacher was an outstanding woman. There are several pieces of information that I took away from that class and kept with me ever since:
– The time she had us memorize The Declaration of Independence and recite it in front of the class
– The time she told me that she has no rhythm and could not keep up with the “claps” at concerts or musical performances
– The time I told her I wanted to be an MTV VJ and she just gave me a blank stare for two minutes. Truth.
– And the time she told me that she hated when people clapped at the end of movies. “WHY?!” she asked.
Today, I found myself at The Dark Knight and what do you know – there was a clapper in the audience! She was right – it is indeed, very awkward.