I’m sure you’ve all read about my getting stuck in a baby-swing escapade. That was glorious. Or how I’m mortified pretty much every time I encounter the stove like here or there. Pretty much every day with me is filled with some kind of embarrassment of myself or the planet. My hair is blonde for a reason, I guess.
If I had to choose, I think my most embarrassing day HAS to be a particular day in college. Bear in mind, I’m a junior. In college. Like 21-years-old. Okay there, I've set the stage for you.
I was with a bunch of friends at some terrible restaurant on campus. My friend, Katie, was telling us all about her upcoming summer plans about living in Seattle. The conversation went something like this…
Katie: “Yeah I think I’m going to love it in Seattle. We have exciting things planned!”
The group: “Oh how fun! What kind of things?”
Katie: “Well I definitely want to drive up to Alaska at some point.”
Jena: “HAHAHAHA. Good one!”
Katie: “What? I’m serious. I really want to.”
Jena (totally deadpan): “Katie, you can’t drive to Alaska. It’s an ISLAND. Duh.”
The group: Silence followed by outrageous bursts of laughter and pointing at me.
Katie: "Are you serious?? You thought it was an island? BAHAHAHA."
That’s right, folks. Until my 21st year of life, I thought Alaska (like Hawaii) was an island. Good lord, my life is sad. Bet my parents are glad they paid for that private school education now. My rationale behind this gross geographical error was due to every map of America. Like this one:
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