Genuine Embarrassment

Today, I was sitting by my friend Ryan in my ancient history class.  It's customary for us to small talk and waste the 15 minute break away.  Our conversations vary, sometimes it is strictly on the course material and other times it's extremely random -- like the time I brought up the awkwardness of a man in the stall who was was walking his wife through the steps of making guacamole while he dropped some of his off.  I'd like to claim that our conversation threw me off of my routine but that would be a lie; nonetheless, something went wrong with my brain this morning and set me up for embarrassment.

Classes open with a prayer at BYU-Idaho, this tradition set the stage for my idiocy to prevail.   Seconds after the young volunteer said "Amen" I began to clap. To help you understand why this was embarrassing, it wasn't as though I clapped once quietly; I clapped fairly loud at least three or four times until I realized what was going on.  With the cadence of my claps beginning to slow, I looked over to my friend Ryan and said, "did I just clap? What the..." and we both got a monster case of the giggles.

For those of you familiar with my giggles know that they don't disappear and they are not silent.  It also didn't help that our professor likes to do quizzes at the beginning of class.  These two factors made me stand out worse than the initial clapping sequence.  I laughed for a good ten minutes until I was able to control myself.

Oh well, just another day at BYU-Idaho.