Question of the day

What’s something that happened to you in school that really embarrassed you?

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12 Responses to Question of the day

  1. Laura says:

    OH!!! Freshman year in hs. I had one of those metallic paint pens, remember those? It wrote with silver paint, and had pink outlines. Very pretty, and entirely inappropriate for school, but of COURSE I had to take notes with mine! But when I opened the pen… the end came off, and WOOSH!! Silver paint EVERYWHERE!! All over the desk. All over the floor. I think there’s STILL paint in that classroom!

  2. Joy says:

    I got tape on my mouth in 6th grade and it bothered me to no end. I never forgot that teacher was a Packer fan. No wonder I hate em.

  3. Ellen says:

    I do not know anymore. I must have had lots of embarrassing moments, but that is a good thing with memories, some fade away 🙂

  4. LVISS says:

    My birthday , I had less chocolates than required. It was so embarassing I stopped celeberating birthdays after that

  5. Jenny says:

    This is a tough one!! I remember one time we went on a field trip to the art museum and I was walking down the steps and I tripped. Tore my jeans in my knees, skun my knees all up. yea I was pretty embarrassed there.

  6. SKL says:

    Oh man, only one thing?! I could think of one thing every day – maybe more. OK, this one is probably the worst (in terms of how horrified I was). I was 10, in the 5th grade, and I’d been selected to play the violin solo for the Christmas concert. “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem,” twice. So I’m playing along through the group part of the concert and didn’t realize I needed to rosin my bow. So the big moment comes, everything gets quiet and I stand up all nervous, try to adjust the height of my music stand, knock everything on the floor (breaking my rosin into a thousand pieces), give up on the stand and just decide to wing it. I run the bow over the strings. “ssssssss.” Again. Ssssssss. Oh crap. So I go for the rosin. I search around on the floor for a fragment big enough to rosin my bow. I rosin my bow and notice how everyone in the crowd (except for my poor dad) has that “glad it’s not my kid” grin on their faces. Now all but numb from embarrassment, I stumble through “Oh Little Town” although I don’t know if anyone could tell what I was playing at that point. I broke the rule and sat down after only one verse. I don’t think anyone minded.

  7. Just a Mom says:

    The first day of 4th grade I was leaning back in my chair and I fell. Then Mrs. Frankenstein made me stand up for the rest of the day because we had already been warned 1st thing not to lean back in the chairs!

    • SKL says:

      Mrs. Frankenstein, LOL! My 4th grade teacher was Miss RATman! She took me to task one day for denying guilt in a gas-passing incident! Seriously! What is it about 4th grade teachers?

  8. mssc54 says:

    Wow, thanks for dredging THIS up! lol

    Half way through the FIRST GRADE we moved from LA to MS. Although I had passing grades they weren’t great. So the teachers, administrators and my parents all got together and decided (in their adult wisdom) that it would be best to hold me back and have me do first grade over again.

    That pretty much set the tone for me for my academic studies.

    But the most traumatizing thing was in 7th grade. I was in Mrs. Massey’s math class and was making an uncharacteristically serious attempt to answer a question. Of course it was wrong. Mrs. Massey really lit into me. Yelling at me and berating me in front of the entire class. I was terribly humiliated. Gosh, just writing this has (seriously) gotten my stomach in knots. 😦

  9. lucy says:

    I can’t really remember anything terribly embarrassing… (probably repressed those memories)… but thanks for sharing yours. Most of them made me cringe!!

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