If you couldn’t tell from the rope and treadmill incidents, Chanté and I are two of the most awkward people you will ever meet. However, on both of those occasions we acted alone in our awkwardness. Although we were both there to witness each others misfortune, both experiences technically only happened to one of us. Usually these types of embarrassing situations only happen to one of us at a time. (Honestly I prefer it this way, I think it makes us unique and separates us from each other.)
The thing is when these type of incidents do happen to us, we can usually bounce back pretty quickly because we have each other to say “oh, it wasn’t that bad, no one really noticed”, which usually works for us. The problem lies when we’re together and the inevitable happens, we’re awkward at the same time.
You see we’re awkward betties alone but when we’re together its double the awkward. Not to mention the fact that we look the same, only making us look even more awkward. And because we look the same, it often attracts more attention toward us making things ten times worse than imaginable. Let me give you an example.
Homecoming at our college is a big event. Its a week filled with different activities that various clubs and organizations participate in and every year its themed. Chanté and I were the president and vice president of a club at that time (which is a story in its self) and were required to participate in an activity for Homecoming. We thought the easiest activity to participate in was the Banner competition. Mind you we had never been to the Banner competition before and weren’t really sure what it was exactly but we thought it sounded fun. A few days before the event our adviser told us that all we had to do for the competition was show up, make a banner with construction paper and markers and then leave. The event was scheduled to take about 4 hours, but he said it shouldn’t take that long.
We were the only two people from our club who could go to the event but we didn’t see it as a hard tasks being the confident people that we are. The day of, we show up to the event and we are given these giant clothe sheets and spray paint cans. We’re completely thrown off by this. Most of the teams had at least 15 people to make the banner and were prepared for it, unlike us who showed up ready to make a poster the equivalent to a third graders arts and craft project. Luckily, we called a few of our friends and they helped us make our banner.
Everything was all good up until this point. We knew everyone’s banners were going to be judged and someone would just pick a winner the day of the football game, however we did not know the extent of this process. After we were finished making the banner all of our friends left. We thought it was okay and the only part we had left to do was put it away in storage.
Boy were we wrong!
Everyone was lined up outside of the student center, waiting to go inside. We were towards the back of the line so we were completely oblivious to what was happening inside. As we got closer we heard a crowd of people cheering. Confused, we asked one of the girls working the event and that’s when everything turned upside down. We were supposed to go up on stage and present our banner to everyone in the student center. We freaked out!
UNPREPARED to give a speech to the entire student center, Chanté started arguing about who would speak because neither of us wanted to do it. Finally, it was our turn to get up on stage when the unthinkable happens, Chanté trips up the steps. Shocked, I put my head down and tried to tell myself that it didn’t just happen and things would get better. But they DON’T. Instead of taking the mic from the host like Chanté was supposed to, she just stared at her shaking her head no for a solid 15 seconds. Eventually, Chanté takes the mic and all that comes out of her mouth is “we drew an owl…and a clock”.
Mind you, the theme for Homecoming that year was Back to the Future and for our banner we drew the infamous clock tower scene.
After the longest pause, everyone looked at us and began to slowly clap. My sister, doing the great job that she was doing, hands the mic back and proceeds to trip back down the steps. We had another set of steps to brave and doing the great job that she was doing, my sister trips up those steps. Finally, when I think the it is all over, we head upstairs to hang up our banners. Just as the guy is helping us to hang up our banner, Chanté lets her side go almost dropping it on the people on the stage below us. We basically ran home after that.
Moral of the story: don’t trip up the stairs, down the stairs and then up the stairs in front of an audience