My Worst Moment

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Have you ever had an extraordinary idea with the potential to deliver great results, but fail miserably? As a kid, who wouldn’t want to be the most popular person in the class? Being popular was a great ambition of mine. I thought I had a magic formula for popularity, but the plan reversed on me and turned into a disaster.
I thrived for attention as an adolescent. In the third grade, I was very gullible and naïve. My personal goal was to be adored by my fellow peers. I was clueless as to how to become “cool.” My mom would dress me for school, and I could not stay up past seven o’clock. My last hope and inspiration was my older cousin.
During this challenging period, my older cousin was the “hippest cat in town.” He owned all the latest toys; he really didn’t have a set bedtime; and best of all he was a ladies man. This envious attitude I had towards him led me to mimic everything that he did.
One Sunday night, I decided to visit my cousin. When I arrived, my aunt told me that he had gone out with some girls. So I decided to just snoop around his room. To my surprise, I found a stack of unusual magazines hidden underneath his bed. The magazines had the words “Penthouse” on the cover. Right then and there, a light bulb seemed to turn on in my head. I was sure I had a great idea to finally reach my pinnacle goal of popularity.
I rationalized that if my cousin had these nude magazines and he was hip, then maybe I too would gain respect from my classmates. That night I ripped out two pages of this so-called “Penthouse” magazine. When I got home, I could hardly sleep due to all of the anticipation regarding my plan for acceptance.
The next day I brought the magazine pages to school, and immediately showed my best friend during recess. To my disappointment, he was shocked and appalled. He screamed, “Oh my goodness, those are boobies and I’m going to tell on you to Mrs. Hanson.”...