I was taking a child psychology class as a freshman, with a bunch of seniors. That in itself made me awkward, but don't worry it gets worse. One of our assignments was reading a children's book to the class. I suppose this was to perfect reading aloud to young minds (which clearly I have since mastered!). I cleverly selected a Sesame Street book.

So, as I read along about Oscar, Big Bird and probably Snuffleupagus, I did a darn good job. I'm sure I was bright red, as I was inredibly shy and slightly mortified to be sitting in front of a class of high school seniors, but I trudged through and did a fantastic job, until the very last line of the story.
If you've ever seen Sesame Street, you might be able to take a gander at what that last line was. It read: Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street? All I had to do was read those final ten words, but what did I do? I SANG those last 10 words. SANG THEM. In front of a large class of high school seniors. Did they laugh to ease the tension? Did they smile because I was simply a cute little freshman? NO, they just stared in bemused confusion at me, the awkward wonder. I was mortified.
I still don't know why I did that. It was completely out of character for me to sing. I do know it was not out of character for me to be awkward.