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The most embarrassing thing you've ever done at school
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Silent_Jester
Smash Journeyman
Weird name, small world.
I once wore a kilt to school; that was more embarrassing than I expected...
Man, I look so young then
Man, I look so young then
Pluvia's other account
Smash Master
Every guy in my School wears a Kilt to the Prom. Most people wear the full body truly Scottish Kilt.
Girls just come all glammed up in dresses.
Girls just come all glammed up in dresses.
McCloud
je suis l'agent du chaos.
Virg, why don't I remember that?
Konpaku
Smash Journeyman
I wouldent last a day.
Keto
Smash Journeyman
- Joined
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- Messages
- 270
I can't remember all off my embarrassing moments but two quickly come to mind.
1. I was sitting in Math class on the last day of school and it was the last class of the day, when a lunch lady comes into the room and gives us all giant freeze pops. I usually like to wait awhile for my freeze pops to melt a little so I didn't eat it right away. Everyone else had finished and I was tired of waiting, so I slammed my freeze pop a few times on my desk to crush the ice faster when the freeze pop exploded and scattered semi frozen liquid across the room. It had gotten onto myself and most people's clothes and they were pissed. I sat there for the remaining 40 minutes in awkward silence and even more awkward stares. Let's just say I was glad it was the last day of school.
2. Another time I had just entered the school with snow-covered slippery shoes and climbed a flight of stairs. At the top I slipped on the last step and fell flat on my face. I quickly jump up and notice two people staring right at me. Without thinking I yelled WOOAHHOHOO and walked off. I looked and sounded stupid.
EDIT: Remembered two more embarrassing moments.
3. In Science class we were put into groups of five for our lab projects for the whole semester. Luckily I was put into a group which the other four people were my close friends. So one day we had finished our project and I thought it would be funny to show my other group members a porn site that also has other funny videos on it. The teacher walks over and we minimized the window thinking he wouldn't know what we were doing. He looks at the taskbar and says outloud, "FREE PREMIUM PORN SITE?". Everyone in the class looked right at me since I was seated directly in front of the computer. I didn't get in trouble though.
4. At my house we had just finished putting in new wooden floors in the living room and glossed the wood with polyurethane which stunk up the house and burned our eyes. So we let the polyurethane dry overnight. When I got to school I didn't notice the fact that I reeked of polyurethane because I was surrounded by it all night. So everyone in the class complained that it smelt like gas or other things like that and sooner or later they were going to figure out it was me. By the end of the class we were all standing up ready to leave when someone noticed the smell was coming from my direction. So I moved to another spot in the room and someone else noticed it was coming from my direction again. Luckily the bell rang and I said screw this, ditched school for the day, and walked home. I still don't know if anyone caught on and figured out it was me.
1. I was sitting in Math class on the last day of school and it was the last class of the day, when a lunch lady comes into the room and gives us all giant freeze pops. I usually like to wait awhile for my freeze pops to melt a little so I didn't eat it right away. Everyone else had finished and I was tired of waiting, so I slammed my freeze pop a few times on my desk to crush the ice faster when the freeze pop exploded and scattered semi frozen liquid across the room. It had gotten onto myself and most people's clothes and they were pissed. I sat there for the remaining 40 minutes in awkward silence and even more awkward stares. Let's just say I was glad it was the last day of school.
2. Another time I had just entered the school with snow-covered slippery shoes and climbed a flight of stairs. At the top I slipped on the last step and fell flat on my face. I quickly jump up and notice two people staring right at me. Without thinking I yelled WOOAHHOHOO and walked off. I looked and sounded stupid.
EDIT: Remembered two more embarrassing moments.
3. In Science class we were put into groups of five for our lab projects for the whole semester. Luckily I was put into a group which the other four people were my close friends. So one day we had finished our project and I thought it would be funny to show my other group members a porn site that also has other funny videos on it. The teacher walks over and we minimized the window thinking he wouldn't know what we were doing. He looks at the taskbar and says outloud, "FREE PREMIUM PORN SITE?". Everyone in the class looked right at me since I was seated directly in front of the computer. I didn't get in trouble though.
4. At my house we had just finished putting in new wooden floors in the living room and glossed the wood with polyurethane which stunk up the house and burned our eyes. So we let the polyurethane dry overnight. When I got to school I didn't notice the fact that I reeked of polyurethane because I was surrounded by it all night. So everyone in the class complained that it smelt like gas or other things like that and sooner or later they were going to figure out it was me. By the end of the class we were all standing up ready to leave when someone noticed the smell was coming from my direction. So I moved to another spot in the room and someone else noticed it was coming from my direction again. Luckily the bell rang and I said screw this, ditched school for the day, and walked home. I still don't know if anyone caught on and figured out it was me.
The Fail Tracer
The Universal Cosmic Tracer
Most of my embarrassing events happen in gym class. When we're playing games like soccer or kickball, I get nervous in front of all the people in class, so I screw up and play really sucky. My friends tell me not to worry about it, and I have to explain it to them every time: The more you lose, the more you suck. The more you suck, the more people hate you.
If only there was actually a class concerning video games, I would be the best among them all, those skaterdudes and jocks...
If only there was actually a class concerning video games, I would be the best among them all, those skaterdudes and jocks...
Volrec
Smash Lord
Today in English Class we had a pop quiz.The quiz was on chapter 1 of The Outsiders, which we were supposed to read for homework. There were only two questions (I think it was just to make people actullay do their homework, now that they know there may be pop quizzes) and both were pretty easy. Anyway, the last question is who is the wisecracker of the group, and the answer can be either two-bit Mathews or Keith Mathews.
Anyway, three kids put as the answer two-bit Mathews a.k.a. Keith Mathews. They were the only kids in the class who wrote that as an answer. They all sit really close nearby to each other so the teacher thinks they cheated. I sit nearby, and I didn't hear them speak so I doubt they did. The desks are also a good distance away, so I don't think they did it silently.
Back to the story, at the end of the class she yells at the whole class "I'm disapointed in these grades, and if you want to stay in advanced you had better shape up!" She then demands to see the three kids in the hallway, and starts yelling at them. We can hear her from the closed door.
One of the students (girl) comes in crying. Of course, us being little 8th graders all start asking what had happened. Apparently, the teacher had decided to give them all 0s and probally something else, but I'm not too sure. Still, I felt horrible for the girl and the quiz was out of 50 points, so it was obviously gonna bring her average down by a bunch.
Now that I think about it, I guess it's no wonder the teacher assumed they cheated, since they all sit practically right next to each other.
You're reading that? Fun times you're going to have, book is great.
Grade?
thaxceptional1
Smash Lord
I once wore a kilt to school; that was more embarrassing than I expected...
Man, I look so young then
lol wtf at your avatar
Silent_Jester
Smash Journeyman
yeah virgilijus, your avatar is freaky
Mr.Lombardi34
Smash Ace
How did he get the avatar that big?!
Silent_Jester
Smash Journeyman
He's Broomer, they tease us adverage users with their god like powers.
brawlpro
Smash Master
Other mods Vir is friends with put it there for him as a joke.
JUMPING_YOSHI
Smash Cadet
- Joined
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Something like that happened to me 2 years ago.I was in my art class and,suddently,I had a stomach ache.And I puked everything I had for dinner in the whole class,even the carrots.But the thing that embarassed me the most in that: everyone shared this with their friends and teased me for A LONG TIME,but talked mostly about the carrots...
During the last week of 8th grade, we were all just sitting around; we had already taken finals and had just a week of nothing to do. Most of the classes were just showing videos, but like most people, I had already seen Remember the Titans seven or eight times in school that year. I thought it would be a great time to sleep instead of writing five discussion questions about the movie.
One of my friends decided it would be hilarious to set my paper on fire while I was asleep. He tapped my shoulder and pointed to my paper on the desk, which was burning. I shouted "Holy ____!" and proceeded to slam my hands onto the fire to put it out. It went out, but I also burnt my fingers. Luckily, the movie had just ended everyone was quiet, so everyone heard me shout it. Everyone who saw was laughing at the fire and everyone else was laughing because of my shouting; luckily the teacher didn't notice the fire and thought I was just being stupid. She asked what the smell was, so my friend said that I had some roasted marshmallows the night before. I just had to play along with a just-as-embarassing story about farting so I wouldn't have to deal with teachers and such.
I'm just glad I didn't get in trouble for shouting obscenities, although I had to walk around the rest of the day with a burn on my hand.
One of my friends decided it would be hilarious to set my paper on fire while I was asleep. He tapped my shoulder and pointed to my paper on the desk, which was burning. I shouted "Holy ____!" and proceeded to slam my hands onto the fire to put it out. It went out, but I also burnt my fingers. Luckily, the movie had just ended everyone was quiet, so everyone heard me shout it. Everyone who saw was laughing at the fire and everyone else was laughing because of my shouting; luckily the teacher didn't notice the fire and thought I was just being stupid. She asked what the smell was, so my friend said that I had some roasted marshmallows the night before. I just had to play along with a just-as-embarassing story about farting so I wouldn't have to deal with teachers and such.
I'm just glad I didn't get in trouble for shouting obscenities, although I had to walk around the rest of the day with a burn on my hand.
Mandalore, your friend started your paper on fire while you were in school? I can't begin to express how exquisitely insane that is.
What, did he bring a lighter to class just in case an opportunity like this arrived? I don't think I'd leave him unattended in my house with a box of matches.
What, did he bring a lighter to class just in case an opportunity like this arrived? I don't think I'd leave him unattended in my house with a box of matches.
STARWARS_SHYGUY
Smash Cadet
Heh, funny stuff guys. 
Well, one of my good friends is a girl (shes my girlfriend now but...whatever). A while back, people kept bugging me to go and ask her out and I would just say "C'mon! we're only friends!"
But then one day at one of the dances I was in charge of selling the drinks and the food and such for about 20 minutes. She was my partner. Then, one of the annoying *******s in my class come up and ask for a bag of doritos. We both end up saying "sure" at the same time, I turn around and accidently slap her...boobs.
We both had a good laugh about it though, so it's all good XP
Well, one of my good friends is a girl (shes my girlfriend now but...whatever). A while back, people kept bugging me to go and ask her out and I would just say "C'mon! we're only friends!"
But then one day at one of the dances I was in charge of selling the drinks and the food and such for about 20 minutes. She was my partner. Then, one of the annoying *******s in my class come up and ask for a bag of doritos. We both end up saying "sure" at the same time, I turn around and accidently slap her...boobs.
We both had a good laugh about it though, so it's all good XP
Mr.Lombardi34
Smash Ace
Well that could have definetelly been much, much worse...like if yu weren't freinds...that wouldn't have been too good.
Bigbattle22
Smash Apprentice
I headbutted an outside teacher one time. (on accident.)
Mr.Lombardi34
Smash Ace
I once tripped on a flower and my eyes popped out! Details please!?
Rx-
A.K.A. Disafter
I accidentally said a really racist comment about Chinese people when 2 of the 5 people I was talking to were actually Chinese. It was not good.
~NeonFire372~
Smash Rookie
- Joined
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In second grade (I think?) on Friday the 13th I fell onto my backpack and burst open my juice box.
Mr.Lombardi34
Smash Ace
Haha..could you give us s'more details?
Red Exodus
Smash Master
Lol. I got nervous in front my class when I was making a presentation. I must have sounded so stupid.
It's embarrassing but not really funny, I never get any funny embarrassing moments >.<
It's embarrassing but not really funny, I never get any funny embarrassing moments >.<
Megavitamins
Smash Champion
I remember in my first year of high school I had this English teacher who startd out the yar strict so to get a week or two of no trouble from the students, but then got really nice. Anyway, in the begining I thought he was mean, so when my mom asked what my frst day of high school wasl ike I told her abot the mean English teacher. A few weeks later, after he got really nice, I didn't tell my mom about how that went. REALLY BAD MISTAKE.
So after a bit we have parent teacher conferences. And my mom ended up telling my teacher what I used to think about him, thinking that's what I still did.
So I go back to school, not aware of what is going to happen, and my teacher kinda makes a big deal about it in front of the class. Nothing too bad, just asking me what I thought of him as a teacher, and when I honestly told him I thought he was really nice, he said my mom had said differently.
So after a bit we have parent teacher conferences. And my mom ended up telling my teacher what I used to think about him, thinking that's what I still did.
So I go back to school, not aware of what is going to happen, and my teacher kinda makes a big deal about it in front of the class. Nothing too bad, just asking me what I thought of him as a teacher, and when I honestly told him I thought he was really nice, he said my mom had said differently.
Konpaku
Smash Journeyman
I got doo doo all over mah pants. =[
I'm not sure why he did that. He was quite a pyromaniac back then, so I'm guessing he carried it around all the time. I wouldn't even let him know where I live, and I'm doing a good job of that so far.
THISISYOURPILOTSPEAKING
Smash Cadet
Did you apologize?I remember in my first year of high school I had this English teacher who startd out the yar strict so to get a week or two of no trouble from the students, but then got really nice. Anyway, in the begining I thought he was mean, so when my mom asked what my frst day of high school wasl ike I told her abot the mean English teacher. A few weeks later, after he got really nice, I didn't tell my mom about how that went. REALLY BAD MISTAKE.
So after a bit we have parent teacher conferences. And my mom ended up telling my teacher what I used to think about him, thinking that's what I still did.
So I go back to school, not aware of what is going to happen, and my teacher kinda makes a big deal about it in front of the class. Nothing too bad, just asking me what I thought of him as a teacher, and when I honestly told him I thought he was really nice, he said my mom had said differently.
Rodzilla
Smash Rookie
In the 7th grade, at the end of music class, the bell had rung to switch classes. I was anxious to get home and probably play Pokemon on game boy or something, so I quickly got out of my chair and shoved it into the desk real hard, except I hadn't removed my leg completely from under the desk. My body was leaning back, and my leg was being pushed forward (not to mention the backpack I was wearing weighed like 25 lbs.), so I fell with a lout THUD. I remember everyone turned around, and I was completely embarassed. I got up surprisingly fast though, probably the adrenaline.The teacher turned around and asked "Are you alright?". I was like "Yeah, why." Then my friend comes over and says "Dude, that was funny!"
[Cowboy]
Smash Journeyman
Well, I've missed out on this thread long enough; better throw in a few moments I can think of.
First one that comes to my mind was early on in the ninth grade. I was walking up a flight of stairs with a couple friends, one of them being female. I'm in the back of the group, and I'm also quite clumsy. On the way up the stairs, I trip. As I'm going down I decide it would probably be best to try and stop myself from falling, but it didn't register for me just to grab hold of the railing. Instead, I try to break my fall by putting a hand out in front of me. I wasn't very far behind my friends though, and my hand ended up on the rear of the female group-member. Luckily, that stopped me from falling. Unluckily, as the two turn around to see what the commotion was, I now just look like some guy reaching out to grab her ***.
I think she could tell it was an accident, though, as she wasn't angry or anything. I was a little flustered for a moment and could only manage to say "Er-- Sorry.", but then we all went on like nothing happened. I still think I looked like an idiot, though.
This one's in the twelfth grade. In Applied Theatre Tech class, we were given practically five whole months to work on a final project that was going to be worth a majority of our mark. I, however, am an extreme procrastinator, and decided to just keep putting it off and putting it off. Anyway; so it's the morning of the day the project is due and I haven't done any studying whatsoever. The class is third period, so I've got about two hours to get some facts written down on paper before I have to go present. The presentations are supposed to be five to ten mintues long, so I'm hoping that he won't get to me today. Theoretically, if all the people he had called on had actually had their project done I wouldn't have had to present (Probably half the class didn't have it done.). Now because I'm a major procrastinator, I'm practically failing the class and don't want to lose any marks on this project for presenting late. I actually get up in front of the class and wing a six-minute long presentation. I got some input from my classmates during lunch about how they all thought it was amazing (Because they all knew I didn't work on it at all.), but I do consider this event embarassing because through the whole presentation, I could tell my teacher knew I didn't study at all, and yet I decided to go on anyway. I don't think he was too happy.
I forget what grade this one was in; probably seventh, maybe sixth -- I dunno. Anyway. We're in gym class and playing this absolutely ******** game that I already forget the rules to. All that matters is that some people have to sit down, aren't allowed to move, and have to try to tag people as the run from one end of the gynasium to the other. I forget why there was only one person still running, and I forget why I'm way over next to the wall while most people are near the center. So anyway; that one person is running and has already passed everyone else and I'm just kind of lying down at my end of the gym 'cause I figure she wouldn't be stupid enough to run in my direction when she could move to either side and clear me by a mile. Apparently she was stupid enough, as I look up and she happens to be running right at me. I honestly don't give a **** about the game so I just kind of hold my arm out to make it look like I'm at least putting effort into it. Now I thought she was pretty stupid just for running towards me, but she also makes this weak attempt to try and jump over my arm. Not a very bright thing to do when I'm right beside the wall, as she flies right into it face first. So now she's bleeding, and apparently to the rest of the class it looked like I tripped her and sent her into the wall. Her, obviously trying not to look stupid, agrees with that scenario. Having 30+ people staring at you and accusing you of smashing someone's face into the wall is sort of unnerving if you ask me.
Oh, yeah, here's another. Grade eight. I'm sitting in front of one of my (male) friends. I'm known to be a pretty trusting guy, but I'm also bullied to hell and back (Which, I suppose leads into another embarassing moment that I'll get into later.). So anyway; I'm sitting in class in front of one of my friends. One of the guys from my class quietly comes up to me and asks me to hand the friend I'm sitting in front of a note and asks that I do not say who it's from. I'm not one to intrude on anyone's privacy, so as the guy walks back to his desk, I hand my friend the note (You'd figure he'd know who it's from, but I guess he was just so out of it that he didn't notice anyone walk up to me. He's known to be pretty spacey.). So it's not too long later that my friend taps on my shoulder and asks if this is some kind of joke. I don't know what the hell's going on, so he hands me the note. It said that I was absolutely in love with him and that I wanted him to come over to my place later that night and that he should bring a condom. I told him it wasn't from me and he says that it is -- he knows my handwriting; obviously he doesn't. I look back at the guy who sent me a note and him and his friend are laughing their *** off.
So, yeah, like I said, back in the day, I was the target for practically every bully in the school. Hell, I was broken so badly that even girls two years younger than I could still attack me mentally. Because of all of that, I've developped a sense of paranoia; one where if I get even the slightest idea that someone doesn't like me very much, I don't talk to them ever again. A fear of rejection, if you will. Because of this, I've never been known to be a Casanova -- the ladies' man; the one every man wants to be and every woman wants to date. I think you get the point. So, yeah. All through high school I'd say to myself "I should ask her out,", "Hey, she's pretty great. I should ask her to lunch sometime,", or "She's hot. I should get to know her more,", but I'd never act on any of these. I'd always come up with some excuse as to why I'd never ask any of them out, ranging from "She doesn't know me at all,", "She's too good of a friend,", or "She's got this random habit that annoys me,", when really I just didn't want to face the fact that they could just say "No, I don't want to be with you." Lame, I know, but I can't do anything about it. Anyway, for three years I would constantly tell myself excuse after excuse after excuse not to get in a relationship with any woman, and for three years I let myself get away with it. However, for three years there was always this one girl that the only excuse I could ever come up with was "I don't really like her hair." Exceptionally lame, I know, but I will come up with any possible excuse not to date someone (Not to mention that to me hair is also a huge part of attractiveness, but that's not the point.).
Funny thing is that I'm not even at the embarassing part yet. So all through high school my friends and I would always eat lunch at the same spot, so essentially if anyone wanted to find us at lunch, they knew where we would be. Anyway; so now it's the first day of our senior year. I was pretty good friends with this girl (You know, the one who's hair I didn't like. *kicks self*) at this point, so she knew where I was at lunch. She dropped in to say "Hello," to my friends and I, where I noticed she changed her hair -- which, by the way, I thought looked amazing. So now you'd figure I have no more excuses to ask her out and we promptly made sweet, passionate love right there on the floor, right? Nah, I still came up with excuses, but these ones were lame enough that even I said "**** it, I'm going in." So me, being absolutely lame, took one month to figure out how I was going to ask her out to lunch. I convenietly had some Law homework to do that consisted of asking someone if they'd ever been discriminated. Her and I always got to school roughly an hour before class (Only time I could get there by bus.), so I sat down beside her where we usually sit and tell her I need to ask her some things for my Law homework. She agrees to help. So I fire away the one question I had to get done and write down her answer. Then I say I have just one more question and ask if she'd like to have lunch sometime. She laughs (In the good way. Like happy laughing. Not "Go out with you? Hahahahaha no." >_>) and says yes. So we go out for lunch, walk around, talk, get back in time for class.
So everything is fine and dandy now, right? If that were the case, this wouldn't be a very embarassing story at all and I wouldn't be telling you all about it. Here's where I go really downhill. I decide that I don't feel like she enjoyed my company very much and actually start avoiding her. Go me, eh? I do this for roughly four months, and she seems to act like nothing happened at all. Four months of telling myself "Hey, I had a shot with one of the most amazing people I'm ever going to meet and I blew it.". As the days dragged on, I figured I at least owe it to her to apologize. Me, being the romantic that I am, realize I can't just go apologize to her now; I've waited to long, she might be angry. I honestly didn't care if she hated me right now, I just didn't want her to say it to my face. I decided that if she still wants anything to do with me at all, I'll make her come to me. Since it's Valentine's Day and all, and since she's an avid gamer and all, and since she's an artist and all, I decided to combine all three and make a cheesy card that reads "Roses are red, violets are blue, all my base are belong to you." (And although I can't draw at all, I think I did a ****ing amazing job of drawing CATS; but that's not the point.), along with a little message stating I wan't to apologize and explain why I hadn't talked to her in so long. I slipped this into her locker.
The next day she did come up to me, and we did talk. And that, my friends, is the embarassing point of the story. You may not see it or quite understand it, but having to stare this girl in the eyes and explain to her about all the stupid **** that went through my mind to convince myself not to talk to her for so long has obviously got to be one of the most embarassing things I've ever had to go through; simply because my whole reasoning behind it all makes no sense and shouldn't have stopped me from talking to her at all. So she may not have enjoyed my company; point being? I should have been a man about the whole thing, but I'm weak. She was understanding about it, but that will never change the fact that I will always feel like crap for what I did.
First one that comes to my mind was early on in the ninth grade. I was walking up a flight of stairs with a couple friends, one of them being female. I'm in the back of the group, and I'm also quite clumsy. On the way up the stairs, I trip. As I'm going down I decide it would probably be best to try and stop myself from falling, but it didn't register for me just to grab hold of the railing. Instead, I try to break my fall by putting a hand out in front of me. I wasn't very far behind my friends though, and my hand ended up on the rear of the female group-member. Luckily, that stopped me from falling. Unluckily, as the two turn around to see what the commotion was, I now just look like some guy reaching out to grab her ***.
I think she could tell it was an accident, though, as she wasn't angry or anything. I was a little flustered for a moment and could only manage to say "Er-- Sorry.", but then we all went on like nothing happened. I still think I looked like an idiot, though.
This one's in the twelfth grade. In Applied Theatre Tech class, we were given practically five whole months to work on a final project that was going to be worth a majority of our mark. I, however, am an extreme procrastinator, and decided to just keep putting it off and putting it off. Anyway; so it's the morning of the day the project is due and I haven't done any studying whatsoever. The class is third period, so I've got about two hours to get some facts written down on paper before I have to go present. The presentations are supposed to be five to ten mintues long, so I'm hoping that he won't get to me today. Theoretically, if all the people he had called on had actually had their project done I wouldn't have had to present (Probably half the class didn't have it done.). Now because I'm a major procrastinator, I'm practically failing the class and don't want to lose any marks on this project for presenting late. I actually get up in front of the class and wing a six-minute long presentation. I got some input from my classmates during lunch about how they all thought it was amazing (Because they all knew I didn't work on it at all.), but I do consider this event embarassing because through the whole presentation, I could tell my teacher knew I didn't study at all, and yet I decided to go on anyway. I don't think he was too happy.
I forget what grade this one was in; probably seventh, maybe sixth -- I dunno. Anyway. We're in gym class and playing this absolutely ******** game that I already forget the rules to. All that matters is that some people have to sit down, aren't allowed to move, and have to try to tag people as the run from one end of the gynasium to the other. I forget why there was only one person still running, and I forget why I'm way over next to the wall while most people are near the center. So anyway; that one person is running and has already passed everyone else and I'm just kind of lying down at my end of the gym 'cause I figure she wouldn't be stupid enough to run in my direction when she could move to either side and clear me by a mile. Apparently she was stupid enough, as I look up and she happens to be running right at me. I honestly don't give a **** about the game so I just kind of hold my arm out to make it look like I'm at least putting effort into it. Now I thought she was pretty stupid just for running towards me, but she also makes this weak attempt to try and jump over my arm. Not a very bright thing to do when I'm right beside the wall, as she flies right into it face first. So now she's bleeding, and apparently to the rest of the class it looked like I tripped her and sent her into the wall. Her, obviously trying not to look stupid, agrees with that scenario. Having 30+ people staring at you and accusing you of smashing someone's face into the wall is sort of unnerving if you ask me.
Oh, yeah, here's another. Grade eight. I'm sitting in front of one of my (male) friends. I'm known to be a pretty trusting guy, but I'm also bullied to hell and back (Which, I suppose leads into another embarassing moment that I'll get into later.). So anyway; I'm sitting in class in front of one of my friends. One of the guys from my class quietly comes up to me and asks me to hand the friend I'm sitting in front of a note and asks that I do not say who it's from. I'm not one to intrude on anyone's privacy, so as the guy walks back to his desk, I hand my friend the note (You'd figure he'd know who it's from, but I guess he was just so out of it that he didn't notice anyone walk up to me. He's known to be pretty spacey.). So it's not too long later that my friend taps on my shoulder and asks if this is some kind of joke. I don't know what the hell's going on, so he hands me the note. It said that I was absolutely in love with him and that I wanted him to come over to my place later that night and that he should bring a condom. I told him it wasn't from me and he says that it is -- he knows my handwriting; obviously he doesn't. I look back at the guy who sent me a note and him and his friend are laughing their *** off.
So, yeah, like I said, back in the day, I was the target for practically every bully in the school. Hell, I was broken so badly that even girls two years younger than I could still attack me mentally. Because of all of that, I've developped a sense of paranoia; one where if I get even the slightest idea that someone doesn't like me very much, I don't talk to them ever again. A fear of rejection, if you will. Because of this, I've never been known to be a Casanova -- the ladies' man; the one every man wants to be and every woman wants to date. I think you get the point. So, yeah. All through high school I'd say to myself "I should ask her out,", "Hey, she's pretty great. I should ask her to lunch sometime,", or "She's hot. I should get to know her more,", but I'd never act on any of these. I'd always come up with some excuse as to why I'd never ask any of them out, ranging from "She doesn't know me at all,", "She's too good of a friend,", or "She's got this random habit that annoys me,", when really I just didn't want to face the fact that they could just say "No, I don't want to be with you." Lame, I know, but I can't do anything about it. Anyway, for three years I would constantly tell myself excuse after excuse after excuse not to get in a relationship with any woman, and for three years I let myself get away with it. However, for three years there was always this one girl that the only excuse I could ever come up with was "I don't really like her hair." Exceptionally lame, I know, but I will come up with any possible excuse not to date someone (Not to mention that to me hair is also a huge part of attractiveness, but that's not the point.).
Funny thing is that I'm not even at the embarassing part yet. So all through high school my friends and I would always eat lunch at the same spot, so essentially if anyone wanted to find us at lunch, they knew where we would be. Anyway; so now it's the first day of our senior year. I was pretty good friends with this girl (You know, the one who's hair I didn't like. *kicks self*) at this point, so she knew where I was at lunch. She dropped in to say "Hello," to my friends and I, where I noticed she changed her hair -- which, by the way, I thought looked amazing. So now you'd figure I have no more excuses to ask her out and we promptly made sweet, passionate love right there on the floor, right? Nah, I still came up with excuses, but these ones were lame enough that even I said "**** it, I'm going in." So me, being absolutely lame, took one month to figure out how I was going to ask her out to lunch. I convenietly had some Law homework to do that consisted of asking someone if they'd ever been discriminated. Her and I always got to school roughly an hour before class (Only time I could get there by bus.), so I sat down beside her where we usually sit and tell her I need to ask her some things for my Law homework. She agrees to help. So I fire away the one question I had to get done and write down her answer. Then I say I have just one more question and ask if she'd like to have lunch sometime. She laughs (In the good way. Like happy laughing. Not "Go out with you? Hahahahaha no." >_>) and says yes. So we go out for lunch, walk around, talk, get back in time for class.
So everything is fine and dandy now, right? If that were the case, this wouldn't be a very embarassing story at all and I wouldn't be telling you all about it. Here's where I go really downhill. I decide that I don't feel like she enjoyed my company very much and actually start avoiding her. Go me, eh? I do this for roughly four months, and she seems to act like nothing happened at all. Four months of telling myself "Hey, I had a shot with one of the most amazing people I'm ever going to meet and I blew it.". As the days dragged on, I figured I at least owe it to her to apologize. Me, being the romantic that I am, realize I can't just go apologize to her now; I've waited to long, she might be angry. I honestly didn't care if she hated me right now, I just didn't want her to say it to my face. I decided that if she still wants anything to do with me at all, I'll make her come to me. Since it's Valentine's Day and all, and since she's an avid gamer and all, and since she's an artist and all, I decided to combine all three and make a cheesy card that reads "Roses are red, violets are blue, all my base are belong to you." (And although I can't draw at all, I think I did a ****ing amazing job of drawing CATS; but that's not the point.), along with a little message stating I wan't to apologize and explain why I hadn't talked to her in so long. I slipped this into her locker.
The next day she did come up to me, and we did talk. And that, my friends, is the embarassing point of the story. You may not see it or quite understand it, but having to stare this girl in the eyes and explain to her about all the stupid **** that went through my mind to convince myself not to talk to her for so long has obviously got to be one of the most embarassing things I've ever had to go through; simply because my whole reasoning behind it all makes no sense and shouldn't have stopped me from talking to her at all. So she may not have enjoyed my company; point being? I should have been a man about the whole thing, but I'm weak. She was understanding about it, but that will never change the fact that I will always feel like crap for what I did.
Mr.Lombardi34
Smash Ace
So what happened after that? Did you get married and have ten kids or did she just slap you and walk away? That is prett interesting, what more happened after that?
[Cowboy]
Smash Journeyman
Wow. I actually didn't expect anyone to read all that. >_>
Well, we started going out more frequently. That happened the February of this month, so we both graduated this year. After graduation I do my best to keep in contact with her, but it isn't going over very well. I'm out of town for college and she's busy 24/7. I've dropped out, though (Just wasn't for me.) and will be coming home, so I'm really hoping we can get out more often, but I'm probably losing the car and she might be moving out of town soon, so who knows?
I'd really hate to see this go down the drain, but it seems to be going in that direction. Not to mention that all through the relationship my paranoidal tendiencies persisted and I really didn't do much in fear of alienating her. I try; I really do, but I'm weak. Gotta love it, eh?
Well, we started going out more frequently. That happened the February of this month, so we both graduated this year. After graduation I do my best to keep in contact with her, but it isn't going over very well. I'm out of town for college and she's busy 24/7. I've dropped out, though (Just wasn't for me.) and will be coming home, so I'm really hoping we can get out more often, but I'm probably losing the car and she might be moving out of town soon, so who knows?
I'd really hate to see this go down the drain, but it seems to be going in that direction. Not to mention that all through the relationship my paranoidal tendiencies persisted and I really didn't do much in fear of alienating her. I try; I really do, but I'm weak. Gotta love it, eh?
commonyoshi
Smash Hero
I think I've mentioned my friend who always says innapropriate things without realizing it in this thread before. He was just going off today. ^_^
There were four of us playing cards in which there is no winner, only a loser. Part of the fun is making someone you target lose. Now my friend has another friend who is a girl (we'll call her Girl X), and that was his target for this match. So we start playing, and it's getting near the final stages of the game with everyone at their last cards. Girl X has just about the worst hand left possible. It's pretty obvious that without some sort of help from another player she's doomed. My friend starts taunting her about how he's going to deliver the final blow, yadda yadda yadda, when all of a sudden another person in the game bails her out at the last second, eliminating her from being a possible loser. My friend starts yelling, this is in class, by the way, "I could have screwed her! I could have screwed her!"
Everyone pretends not to notice, but he just KEEPS GOING.
"I could have screwed her! I could have screwed her!"
It was hilarious.
Oh, and he asked a bunch of girls the other day if they were "rubbing lotion on themselves". lululz
I'm going to miss this guy when I graduate.
There were four of us playing cards in which there is no winner, only a loser. Part of the fun is making someone you target lose. Now my friend has another friend who is a girl (we'll call her Girl X), and that was his target for this match. So we start playing, and it's getting near the final stages of the game with everyone at their last cards. Girl X has just about the worst hand left possible. It's pretty obvious that without some sort of help from another player she's doomed. My friend starts taunting her about how he's going to deliver the final blow, yadda yadda yadda, when all of a sudden another person in the game bails her out at the last second, eliminating her from being a possible loser. My friend starts yelling, this is in class, by the way, "I could have screwed her! I could have screwed her!"
Everyone pretends not to notice, but he just KEEPS GOING.
"I could have screwed her! I could have screwed her!"
It was hilarious.
Oh, and he asked a bunch of girls the other day if they were "rubbing lotion on themselves". lululz
I'm going to miss this guy when I graduate.
MysticKenji
Smash Master
I don't know if this counts as embarrassing, but I got nailed in the face with a ping-pong ball today.
Bigbattle22
Smash Apprentice
Ok, I was playing outside by myself (I was shy in 1st grade) and I ran at full speed with my head down, but I forgot the one rule while running, keep your head up, so on accident I headbutted an outside teacher, and was sent to the bench.
Xanthyr
Smash Journeyman
I've always been much too tall for my age group, and this is no exception. Even at birth, I was 26 inches tall, which to my understanding is outrageous.
Anyways:
First grade, I was sitting in my severely undersized desk/chair. Legs already so long that I couldn't sit with both knees underneath the thing. My other leg is stuck out in an effort to get comfortable this faithful day in my elementary school. The teacher, she is running around frantically doing this and that, getting an activity set up. In her flurry, she cuts through the students' desks. This is where the magic happens.
She is rushing through the room, and then time suddenly slowed, as her shoe connected with my ankle. I look up, and I see her frizzy haired, red rim bespectacled face, and we make eye contact. Slowly she emits this bassy growl and it drags on forever, as she slowly tilts axis towards the floor. With spittle on her lips, and eyes flung open like storm shutters, she begins to spread her arms in a nervous pattern mimicking flight. Radiating from her were penetrating sound waves of confused fear, and small pencils and crayons showering the resident children. Gasps were heard like a tsunami through the classroom, as her adjacent leg shoots out in a doomed effort to regain balance and security, however it clashes rebelliously against other occupied seats and gives way with a sickening bruise. The eyes, once holding wisdom and understanding metamorphosed into flaming butterflies of loathing and bewilderment as my own face gives way into a shocked gape. Her arms abandoned their previous posts and sprung into the action of protecting her head. She nears the end of her journey, and he shoulders, elbows and body thunder against the other desks near her, and they shoot out of under her weight, creating a chaotic ripple in the once solemn pool of learning. She cracked against the floor with a shuddering moan.
Welcome, my friends.
To the eye of the storm.
I shoot over to the teacher as quickly as I could, to help her up, to see if she was alright. The other students follow suit. We help her up, collect her belongings and straighten the desks once more, erasing the once cataclysmic event that had just passed. Once we thought all was well, she dropped her bravado like a war-scarred cloak, and took aflame as she reared her eyes onto me. She blamed me for her fall, she claimed that I had did it on purpose. All the while, nursing her wounds, she was swearing me up and down, saying I was trying to injure her, and that she could have died.
People thought I was a bully, a stupid jerk, and mean as hell. Other people said I was absolutely awesome. I discredited my infamy and offered my humblest apologies to the teacher, she accepted. I know not if she still tells people about me, that I'm a terrible person or not, but in any case, I was labeled a trouble maker, and I had to apologize to the staff of the school and was in detention for the rest of the year.
That.
Totally.
Sucked.
Anyways:
First grade, I was sitting in my severely undersized desk/chair. Legs already so long that I couldn't sit with both knees underneath the thing. My other leg is stuck out in an effort to get comfortable this faithful day in my elementary school. The teacher, she is running around frantically doing this and that, getting an activity set up. In her flurry, she cuts through the students' desks. This is where the magic happens.
She is rushing through the room, and then time suddenly slowed, as her shoe connected with my ankle. I look up, and I see her frizzy haired, red rim bespectacled face, and we make eye contact. Slowly she emits this bassy growl and it drags on forever, as she slowly tilts axis towards the floor. With spittle on her lips, and eyes flung open like storm shutters, she begins to spread her arms in a nervous pattern mimicking flight. Radiating from her were penetrating sound waves of confused fear, and small pencils and crayons showering the resident children. Gasps were heard like a tsunami through the classroom, as her adjacent leg shoots out in a doomed effort to regain balance and security, however it clashes rebelliously against other occupied seats and gives way with a sickening bruise. The eyes, once holding wisdom and understanding metamorphosed into flaming butterflies of loathing and bewilderment as my own face gives way into a shocked gape. Her arms abandoned their previous posts and sprung into the action of protecting her head. She nears the end of her journey, and he shoulders, elbows and body thunder against the other desks near her, and they shoot out of under her weight, creating a chaotic ripple in the once solemn pool of learning. She cracked against the floor with a shuddering moan.
Welcome, my friends.
To the eye of the storm.
I shoot over to the teacher as quickly as I could, to help her up, to see if she was alright. The other students follow suit. We help her up, collect her belongings and straighten the desks once more, erasing the once cataclysmic event that had just passed. Once we thought all was well, she dropped her bravado like a war-scarred cloak, and took aflame as she reared her eyes onto me. She blamed me for her fall, she claimed that I had did it on purpose. All the while, nursing her wounds, she was swearing me up and down, saying I was trying to injure her, and that she could have died.
People thought I was a bully, a stupid jerk, and mean as hell. Other people said I was absolutely awesome. I discredited my infamy and offered my humblest apologies to the teacher, she accepted. I know not if she still tells people about me, that I'm a terrible person or not, but in any case, I was labeled a trouble maker, and I had to apologize to the staff of the school and was in detention for the rest of the year.
That.
Totally.
Sucked.
Seiya
Smash Journeyman
I got mad at this helper teacher during lunch in third grade. So like with the "cool bad" kids at the silent table I was sent to, I told them that she can go smoke some crack(her last name was Smoke) so she came up to me and asked what I said about her(they snitched on me -_-) and I tried to get out by saying cigs..but she knew what I said and told me she was going to write me up(which means principal office visit) but..she didn't...Now in 11th grade. I sometimes see her when I drop my sister off to school and I say hey to her..>.>
yeah random odd story XD
yeah random odd story XD
[Cowboy]: Sorry about losing her (well, it looks like that's what's going to happen). You obviously have pretty bad social anxiety or similar issues. See if you can't get help for them.
Xanthyr: Arghh. One of the things I hate most is when people think you did something to be mean when you really didn't. I hope everything turned out fine. You said your teacher swore at you? That's totally unacceptable.
Seiya: I know how it feels to see teachers you had when you did something bad. I was such a behavior problem in school when I was younger that whenever I visit my old elementary or middle school, it gets awkward, because the teachers always talk about how I set the school on fire or trapped Katie in the boiler room or drowned little Jimmy in the pool (those are all horrid rumors with only the remotest basis in truth).
Seriously--it's hard to have a nice conversation with the person who tried to get you expelled from school. Very awkward.
But about embarrassing things: I went to my sister's school today. I was talking with her in front of her sophomore friends (I'm a senior). She introduced me, and the girls did the customary giggling. But this time, it wouldn't stop. Her friends were whispering to each other and looking at me. Usually, I don't think anything of being noticed or talked about, but this was a little extreme. I normally wouldn't be embarrassed, but I could feel my cheeks blushing.
I am ashamed.
Xanthyr: Arghh. One of the things I hate most is when people think you did something to be mean when you really didn't. I hope everything turned out fine. You said your teacher swore at you? That's totally unacceptable.
Seiya: I know how it feels to see teachers you had when you did something bad. I was such a behavior problem in school when I was younger that whenever I visit my old elementary or middle school, it gets awkward, because the teachers always talk about how I set the school on fire or trapped Katie in the boiler room or drowned little Jimmy in the pool (those are all horrid rumors with only the remotest basis in truth).
Seriously--it's hard to have a nice conversation with the person who tried to get you expelled from school. Very awkward.
But about embarrassing things: I went to my sister's school today. I was talking with her in front of her sophomore friends (I'm a senior). She introduced me, and the girls did the customary giggling. But this time, it wouldn't stop. Her friends were whispering to each other and looking at me. Usually, I don't think anything of being noticed or talked about, but this was a little extreme. I normally wouldn't be embarrassed, but I could feel my cheeks blushing.
I am ashamed.