One Time

One time at Lynnwood High we had a substitute teacher in drama class and were assigned to do improvisation. I like improv. Having spent many years as a jazz musician I was used to standing up and making up a solo on the spot. It's not easy and sometimes awful but for some reason I also find it liberating because, I mean, you're just making it up as you go and every so often it can be magical or hilarious or both.
That day in drama class while on stage the person in front of me made a gun shape with their finger and said, "Stick 'em up."
Immediately I threw my hands into the air. They paused for a second and said, "Take off your clothes."
Everyone in the theater laughed.
Now, what you have to take into consideration was the fact that I was on the swim team. What that means is I spent at least 10 hours a week in Speedos in front of my peers. Hell, on meet days I would stand on the blocks. If you don't know what the blocks are they are those things that elevate you up above the water.

Even when you're not showing your package you're giving someone a show. You feel exposed. For a while it's very uncomfortable and then you get over it.

I didn't take my clothes off in class if that's what you're thinking. Not really.
I ran behind the curtain, whipped off my jeans and waved them around from behind the stage right curtain.
People laughed. Fun was had.
The next day I was called into the Vice Principal's office and asked to explain myself. Apparently I was reported to the VP by the substitute and was being scrutinized for suspension. After a thorough grilling I was told if I gave a speech to class the next day apologizing for my behavior I would be allowed to remain in school. Now, here's the thing. I really liked being in school. I know that's corny but it's true and I didn't want to be suspended so I took it seriously. I went home and told my folks and thought about what I would say the next day. It was an embarrassing thing to ponder. After dinner my Mom and Dad were on the deck enjoying a glass of wine and my Dad said, "Greg, let's hear your speech."
I thought about it for a moment, collected myself  and said, "Class, I'm really sorry I didn't do this." Turning around I pulled down my sweatpants and mooned my parents. They both laughed so hard they spit out their wine.
My parents are awesome.