How Embarrassing!
quichebradford
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This morning I was thinking about my neice's first day of middle school and got to thinking about my time in middle school and I remembered this horrible event...thought I'd share it with yall. 
When I was in middle school we were so poor, all of my clothes were hand-me-downs from my cousins who weren't poor! One day I had on a pair of grey leather pants, with a black stripe down the side and a grey plaid western shirt, with a pair of dirty white Keds knockoffs. (I'm cringing at the thought of how soulful I was!) My stepdad used to drop me off on the side of the school to avoid being in the long line of traffic, but on this day (of all days) he decided to drop me off in front. Im thinking, "great now everyone is going to see how soulful I look!" We pull up to the curb, all of the 7th and 8th graders are standing in the courtyard talking...I got out of the car and closed the door behind me. Just as I begin to walk away, the was a LOUD noise, sort of like a gunshot. So of course, everyone ducked down...except me...I knew what that noise was...it was our beat up Subaru station wagon! It would backfire and then stall out. The only way to get the car running again was to push it. Wishing I could disappear, I begin to walk towards the entrance to the school when my stepdad gets out of the car and yells, "hey, get back over here and help me push this car"! So here I am, in leather pants and a western shirt, in front of all the cool people, helping my stepdad push our raggedy car to get it going again.
Fast forward to 3rd period...I'm sitting there in my fancy leather pants and my stomach begins to hurt. Oh great, it's my TOM! So after class I go to the restroom to check and sure enough it was there. I didn't have any pads with me so I made one out of toilet paper and stuffed it in my underwear. During 5th period I feel like I need to go check it so I ask the teacher if I can go to the restroom. I get in the stall, pull my underwear down...what the?? There's no toilet paper! What is my "pad"?! Confused as all get out I make another one and rush out because the bell rang to switch classes. As I'm walking down the hall there's a crowd of people so I'm thinking there must be a fight. As I get closer I hear, "aw man, that's nasty". When I made my way to the "fight" I saw what everyoen was staring at...it was my pad!!! It had somehow slipped down the leg of them stupid leather pants and was laying in the middle of the hallway for everyone to see!! Hello mortified? It's me!
So what about you? Any embarrassing school moments you'd like to share?
When I was in middle school we were so poor, all of my clothes were hand-me-downs from my cousins who weren't poor! One day I had on a pair of grey leather pants, with a black stripe down the side and a grey plaid western shirt, with a pair of dirty white Keds knockoffs. (I'm cringing at the thought of how soulful I was!) My stepdad used to drop me off on the side of the school to avoid being in the long line of traffic, but on this day (of all days) he decided to drop me off in front. Im thinking, "great now everyone is going to see how soulful I look!" We pull up to the curb, all of the 7th and 8th graders are standing in the courtyard talking...I got out of the car and closed the door behind me. Just as I begin to walk away, the was a LOUD noise, sort of like a gunshot. So of course, everyone ducked down...except me...I knew what that noise was...it was our beat up Subaru station wagon! It would backfire and then stall out. The only way to get the car running again was to push it. Wishing I could disappear, I begin to walk towards the entrance to the school when my stepdad gets out of the car and yells, "hey, get back over here and help me push this car"! So here I am, in leather pants and a western shirt, in front of all the cool people, helping my stepdad push our raggedy car to get it going again.
Fast forward to 3rd period...I'm sitting there in my fancy leather pants and my stomach begins to hurt. Oh great, it's my TOM! So after class I go to the restroom to check and sure enough it was there. I didn't have any pads with me so I made one out of toilet paper and stuffed it in my underwear. During 5th period I feel like I need to go check it so I ask the teacher if I can go to the restroom. I get in the stall, pull my underwear down...what the?? There's no toilet paper! What is my "pad"?! Confused as all get out I make another one and rush out because the bell rang to switch classes. As I'm walking down the hall there's a crowd of people so I'm thinking there must be a fight. As I get closer I hear, "aw man, that's nasty". When I made my way to the "fight" I saw what everyoen was staring at...it was my pad!!! It had somehow slipped down the leg of them stupid leather pants and was laying in the middle of the hallway for everyone to see!! Hello mortified? It's me!
So what about you? Any embarrassing school moments you'd like to share?
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I think urs takes the cake
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I can't relate to the car experience (although my fam does own an old beat up Subaru wagon!) but the TOM experience? I've actually had that one in middle school. You're not alone haha. Being a girl sucks sometimes.0
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I was in my pre-calc class my junior year of high school. It was exam time, so we were in the room for a couple hours. Once we finished our exam, we were to bring it up and set it on the teacher's desk. I got up to turn in my test and *boom* fell in front of the entire class. Apparently I had been sitting on my foot and it had fallen asleep. Everyone thought this other kid had tripped me, so that helped to lighten the mood a little, but I was so quiet in high school...it mortified me!0
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OMG that was all in the same day??0
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Aw you poor thing! I dont have anything THAT bad! They didnt know it was yours did they?I would have played along and said EEWW and pretended it wasnt mine! haha..
On the FIRST day of 8th grade we were in gym class and he was giving us assigned seats on the bleachers. (weird right?) Anyway, my last name starts with E so I am usually in the front. Well I was told to go to my seat on the bleachers which was on the very bottom bleacher. Everyone was standing in line in front of me. So im trying to walk to the bleacher and I go to sit down.. TOTALLY missing the bleacher and fell right on the floor! EVERYONE was laughing really hard at me =/ I was beat red which made me feel more embarrassed lol.. Ugh.. Of course, no one let that one go for months!0 -
wow....thats a def FML moment. Sorry !0
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Yup, I got nothing!0
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Nothing that can even come close to that.
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OMG that was all in the same day??
LOL, yes!0 -
Oh, goodness! I can't remember details right now, but I do know that 7th & 8th grades were, by far, the toughest years. I can absolutely relate to your embarassment. I know I've been at the same level, just can't remember - Age & a couple of kids will do that to ya!
My daughter started 7th grade this year & I cringe at what is in store for her.
Thanks for sharing!0 -
Holy purple red face Batman! I have to stories that could ever equal yours. My hat off to you to have gone back to school the next day♥0
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This isn't mine, but my friend's:
She had this super bigtime crush on a guy while in highschool, and she's a total flirt to boot. She was flirting with him, and somehow managed to talk him into a piggyback ride (but she was dealing with Aunt Flow this day).... He was wearing a white T-shirt, and she got blood allllll over it.
And now, a cousin of mine also had that same sort of situation. She liked a guy, so she sat on the edge of his desk to "chat" and when she got up, there was blood on his desk. Ewww....0 -
This isn't mine, but my friend's:
She had this super bigtime crush on a guy while in highschool, and she's a total flirt to boot. She was flirting with him, and somehow managed to talk him into a piggyback ride (but she was dealing with Aunt Flow this day).... He was wearing a white T-shirt, and she got blood allllll over it.
And now, a cousin of mine also had that same sort of situation. She liked a guy, so she sat on the edge of his desk to "chat" and when she got up, there was blood on his desk. Ewww....
OMG!!! :laugh:0 -
I grew up super poor too. All of my clothes were hand me downs from anyone who had any or from church organizations where people donate old clothes. I used to have these horrible red & white tennis shoes that had a square toe... my feet were giant (women's size 8 in 4th grade) and looked like huge rectangular boxes. Our school colors were red & white so I wore them on Friday for pep rally day. I also had a sweater that I had gotten with my Christmas money the previous year. It was too short & too tight since I was a very overweight child. I didn't have a shirt to wear under it and it was made of rabbit hair... it was very very itchy. I also had the oldest pair of wide leg blue jeans (back when tight rolling the cuffs and skinny leg jeans with the zipper were cool). I didn't know and my family didnt really know at the time that I was lactose intolerant. I got free breakfast & free lunches at school so you ate what you got. That Friday was cereal with milk. I ate mine and made it down the hall to my class. Just as I was about to step onto the carpet in the classroom, I threw up everywhere. It was rather projectile so I missed my sweater (thankgoodness), but it was so violent that I busted the zipper in my jeans and when I tried to run to the bathroom out of sickness and embarrassment, I stepped on my pant legs, tripped face first onto the hard hallway floor and the seams ripped out of both legs of my pants up to the knee. Everyone in class saw me. I had a busted nose, had thrown up in front of them, ripped my pants and my shirt was itchy. My mom was at work and couldnt come get me so I stayed at school. The janitor got everything cleaned up and my teacher had to take her big orange handled scissors and cut my pants off into shorts. It was probably the first part of November and cold outside. I was mortified.0
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Gah, this is why middle school is just the worst time for everybody.......yikes! I remember how mortified and angry I felt for being made fun of for wearing the same (my favorite) shirt twice in one week in 7th grade.....and that is NOTHING compared to this!0
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Did everyone know it was your pad?0
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Gah, this is why middle school is just the worst time for everybody.......yikes! I remember how mortified and angry I felt for being made fun of for wearing the same (my favorite) shirt twice in one week in 7th grade.....and that is NOTHING compared to this!
I can relate to that. When I went to middle school, I wasn't one of the rich or popular kids...and if you weren't in that group, you got picked on..I had one girl break an ink pen and rub it into my hair on the bus (so I had to go to school with ink in my hair), and one time a cockroach crawled out of my bookbag in class. I got picked on basically every day, until one day on the bus this girl was messing with me so I grabbed her by the hair and banged her head into the bus window three or four times. I got suspended off the bus for five days, but no one messed with me after that.0 -
Nothing that I can think of right now...
But did they know it was yours? wow!0 -
I grew up super poor too. All of my clothes were hand me downs from anyone who had any or from church organizations where people donate old clothes. I used to have these horrible red & white tennis shoes that had a square toe... my feet were giant (women's size 8 in 4th grade) and looked like huge rectangular boxes. Our school colors were red & white so I wore them on Friday for pep rally day. I also had a sweater that I had gotten with my Christmas money the previous year. It was too short & too tight since I was a very overweight child. I didn't have a shirt to wear under it and it was made of rabbit hair... it was very very itchy. I also had the oldest pair of wide leg blue jeans (back when tight rolling the cuffs and skinny leg jeans with the zipper were cool). I didn't know and my family didnt really know at the time that I was lactose intolerant. I got free breakfast & free lunches at school so you ate what you got. That Friday was cereal with milk. I ate mine and made it down the hall to my class. Just as I was about to step onto the carpet in the classroom, I threw up everywhere. It was rather projectile so I missed my sweater (thankgoodness), but it was so violent that I busted the zipper in my jeans and when I tried to run to the bathroom out of sickness and embarrassment, I stepped on my pant legs, tripped face first onto the hard hallway floor and the seams ripped out of both legs of my pants up to the knee. Everyone in class saw me. I had a busted nose, had thrown up in front of them, ripped my pants and my shirt was itchy. My mom was at work and couldnt come get me so I stayed at school. The janitor got everything cleaned up and my teacher had to take her big orange handled scissors and cut my pants off into shorts. It was probably the first part of November and cold outside. I was mortified.
OMG!!! I am laughing so hard! I'm sorry!! LOL!!!0 -
OMG!!! I am laughing so hard! I'm sorry!! LOL!!!
I was a mess in school. Always getting picked on for something. I'm so clumsy, I can trip over air sometimes!0 -
Ouch! My heart hurt just reading that. I don't think it gets much worse! It did remind me of one experience in high school...I was pretty quiet and easy to embarrass. I left class to get a drink of water and when I came back, the kid who sat next to me had gone into my purse and taken out an OB tampon and put it in the middle of my Spanish book. I saw it as I approached my seat and scooped it up as I sat down and stuck it back in my purse. I never said a word, just sat down and pretended to be reading my book. We were sitting at connected tables and everyone had been watching to see what I would do. Being a non event they all went back to what they were doing. Unfortunately for the moron sitting next to me, he must have had an attack of conscience because he was stupid enough to lean over and whisper an apology. He was sitting to my left. I brought my right hand from about my hip and slapped him across the face with all the pent up rage in my shaking body. The sound was epic and it left a fabulous red hand print. And I got sent to the principal's office. It was worth it.
On a lighter note...One time I was trying on pants in a small store with a curtained dressing room about the size of a phone booth in the middle of the store. I was about 13. I got my foot caught in the pants and lost my balance. After much thrashing and flailing, I went down. The pants somewhere between my thighs and ankles and my upper body out the curtain into the store. My mother, never one to be taken by surprise looks down at me and says, "Were you alone in there?"0 -
"I brought my right hand from about my hip and slapped him across the face with all the pent up rage in my shaking body. The sound was epic and it left a fabulous red hand print. And I got sent to the principal's office. It was worth it."
I definitely know that feeling. I got in trouble for standing up to the people that bullied me, but they never seemed to get in trouble for starting crap. That's what made me so angry and defiant and unafraid of people...no one else would stand up for me, so I learned real fast that I'd have to do it myself.0 -
I am so sorry you endured that, but I bet you are a marvelous person who is kind and so considerate of others now that you endured such tragic experiences. No doubt you are a blessing to all you meet
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My embarassing moment was in High School.:embarassed: I went to school for half a day and then worked in the afternoon at an insurance agency. I had my own car, so I had left for lunch and returned to the school before reporting to work (which was around the corner) in 15min:noway: . I get up out of the car and look back at the royal blue seats of my Hyundai Excel :laugh: and see a pool of red:sick:. Aunt flow came early and she brought a lot of luggage!!! So, I try to cover my backside with my purse but it's one of those hip purses, so it's obvious I'm trying to cover up:blushing: as I rush back into the building. It's lunch time and all the kids used to hang out on the driveway where all those who drove would hang out and listen to music until the bell rang. So everyone is watching me...
By the grace of God two of my friends saw me struggling and walked up close behind me to cover me until I could get to the bathroom and try to salvage my grey pin striped pants.. standing at the sink in my underwear, having them guard the door so no one came in. I thought I had an extra change of clothes in my locker, but my friend returned after going to my locker to check and told me.. you must have taken it home because it's not in there. That's right! I did just take them home a few days before! OK so now I'm doing the 3stooges walk back to my car and sitting on an old plastic bag .
OH IT WAS awful :frown: and needless to say I didn't get too much cleaned up from my pants and car before calling into my job that I'd be late and :grumble: having to drive all the way home on the other side of the city to clean myself and my car up.
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I'm lucky enough to say I've never had a TOM-related incident, but I've always been really paranoid about it...maybe that's why0
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"I brought my right hand from about my hip and slapped him across the face with all the pent up rage in my shaking body. The sound was epic and it left a fabulous red hand print. And I got sent to the principal's office. It was worth it."
I definitely know that feeling. I got in trouble for standing up to the people that bullied me, but they never seemed to get in trouble for starting crap. That's what made me so angry and defiant and unafraid of people...no one else would stand up for me, so I learned real fast that I'd have to do it myself.
I always fought back against the bullying too. My two embarrassing moments are:
This guy in 6th grade (who was a total *kitten* to everyone) called me fat in front of the whole class. It was the first school year of my LIFE that I'd ever been overweight (I was stick thin till puberty, then quite chubby, like a size 12-14 girls). When he called me fat, we were lining up to go to lunch. I got in the line behind him and PUNCHED him with all I had in me. Right in the middle of his back. He fell to the floor. LOL I only got a strict talking to, he got "demerits" (if anyone remembers those).
FAVORITE - It was the last day of 8th grade (the last day of middle school), we were having an after-school dance, and I finally worked up the nerve to ask my crush to dance. He was popular, I wasn't (but I wasn't an outcast... I was in the middle). I'd had a crush on him for two years. When I went up to him, I asked if he would dance with me and he said YES. We headed to the dance floor (middle of the gym) when my RIVAL (rich, popular b!tch) came up & grabbed his arm and pushed me back and said, "He's dancing with ME". I walked away and went over to my friends. I was very pissed. I went into the gym locker room with my friends and we found the girl's gym bag. It had a change of clothes, some money, and some pads & tampons in it. We opened it up, put it under the showers and turned the showers on FULL BLAST. It was SOAKED by the time she went to the locker room after the dance.0 -
"I brought my right hand from about my hip and slapped him across the face with all the pent up rage in my shaking body. The sound was epic and it left a fabulous red hand print. And I got sent to the principal's office. It was worth it."
I definitely know that feeling. I got in trouble for standing up to the people that bullied me, but they never seemed to get in trouble for starting crap. That's what made me so angry and defiant and unafraid of people...no one else would stand up for me, so I learned real fast that I'd have to do it myself.
I always fought back against the bullying too. My two embarrassing moments are:
This guy in 6th grade (who was a total *kitten* to everyone) called me fat in front of the whole class. It was the first school year of my LIFE that I'd ever been overweight (I was stick thin till puberty, then quite chubby, like a size 12-14 girls). When he called me fat, we were lining up to go to lunch. I got in the line behind him and PUNCHED him with all I had in me. Right in the middle of his back. He fell to the floor. LOL I only got a strict talking to, he got "demerits" (if anyone remembers those).
FAVORITE - It was the last day of 8th grade (the last day of middle school), we were having an after-school dance, and I finally worked up the nerve to ask my crush to dance. He was popular, I wasn't (but I wasn't an outcast... I was in the middle). I'd had a crush on him for two years. When I went up to him, I asked if he would dance with me and he said YES. We headed to the dance floor (middle of the gym) when my RIVAL (rich, popular b!tch) came up & grabbed his arm and pushed me back and said, "He's dancing with ME". I walked away and went over to my friends. I was very pissed. I went into the gym locker room with my friends and we found the girl's gym bag. It had a change of clothes, some money, and some pads & tampons in it. We opened it up, put it under the showers and turned the showers on FULL BLAST. It was SOAKED by the time she went to the locker room after the dance.
OK now that was what you call PAYBACK!!!0 -
i was an angry youngster growing up...i had an "i dont give a $h!t attitude" about everything...being picked on for so many years, i started to rebel..its how i coped i guess...
well, in 5th grade my mom sent me to a private christian school, hoping i would adjust to people better. I hated EVERYTHING and EVERYONE in that school. One day, my class had an outdoor project my teacher was having us do. Well, nature called, so i go up to my teacher and ask her if i can go inside and go to the bathroom. She says no, i can wait.
Well, although knowing very well i could hold it until we go back to our classroom, i WAS NOT happy with her. Instead of simply going against her word and heading inside anyways, i decide to act out.
I see her gradebook sitting on the ground so i walk over to it, straddle my legs over it, and yell, "Hey Mrs. Bowers, watch this!"...i pee all over her gradebook! Me, being a girl, and not having conveinent body parts for this scenerio, i sacrifice my once dry pants just to literally "pi$$" my teacher off...
i know this thread was suppose to be about embarrassing moments...but i was not at all embarrassed then(even though urinating yourself would be for most)
I am however embarrassed a little now, because i was an idiot back then!!! :laugh: :laugh:0 -
i was an angry youngster growing up...i had an "i dont give a $h!t attitude" about everything...being picked on for so many years, i started to rebel..its how i coped i guess...
well, in 5th grade my mom sent me to a private christian school, hoping i would adjust to people better. I hated EVERYTHING and EVERYONE in that school. One day, my class had an outdoor project my teacher was having us do. Well, nature called, so i go up to my teacher and ask her if i can go inside and go to the bathroom. She says no, i can wait.
Well, although knowing very well i could hold it until we go back to our classroom, i WAS NOT happy with her. Instead of simply going against her word and heading inside anyways, i decide to act out.
I see her gradebook sitting on the ground so i walk over to it, straddle my legs over it, and yell, "Hey Mrs. Bowers, watch this!"...i pee all over her gradebook! Me, being a girl, and not having conveinent body parts for this scenerio, i sacrifice my once dry pants just to literally "pi$$" my teacher off...
i know this thread was suppose to be about embarrassing moments...but i was not at all embarrassed then(even though urinating yourself would be for most)
I am however embarrassed a little now, because i was an idiot back then!!! :laugh: :laugh:
I knew I loved you for a reason...lol.0 -
Oh you guys - you're all so eloquent with your embarrassing stories! Thanks for sharing them - I'm cringing, laughing, crying, sheesh. Mine PALES in comparison.
I was really slow to develop. In fact, I'm 32, have had two kids and I'm still not developed. :laugh:
My body finally found the need for a bra when I was in the 9th grade. I didn't get my TOM until I was16!! Anyway, my brother saw the training bra box on the floor of my room and proceeded to go to school and tell everyone that I JUST got a bra. I had friends who had been wearing bras since the 5th grade! Mortifying. I was teased for so long. But I was a good little sister and told on him and he did my dishes for months. Way to go Mom!
Then, not too long after, a group of boys from my class came up to me and another group of friends and said they had something to tell me. I naively thought one of them was going to tell me they liked me....NO, after getting everybody's attention, they counted to three and started rapping this:
Roses are Red Violets are Black, Why is your chest as flat as your back?!" :frown:0 -
I can totally relate to being ultra-poor growing up, and having out of style clothes, etc., including those cheap knockoff Keds. Mine would be so dirty and eventually get holes where the big toe was. Humiliating. Going to a school that was all about having money and wearing the right brands, I got chastised for some of my outfits, and for being poor. During fifth grade, the girls in my class made a "pact" not to be friends with me, and they would follow me around the playground taunting me and saying cruel things. It was so horrible. I came home and cried every day!0
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