Oh God, in Year 9 our entire year had to (as in there was no choice) make a film, ours ended up being about a man who had fell in love with a prostitute and ended up battling her pimp (Spoiler: the Pimp and our Hero kill each other). 

I played the Pimp. Oh my the cringe when I look at that film. I was like the least appropriate person to play a Pimp (i.e. awkward black dude who acts ''white''). 

And it won Best Film of the Year. Meaning every Year 9 gets shown this film when it's their turn to make a film as ''inspiration''.

I have never lived it down. Even my younger brother has seen it now. Oh the shame. Oh the shame.