We have many memories from our time in school. Some are positive, some are negative, and some are just plain horrifying and will haunt us to our graves. From wearing pee-soaked clothes on the wrong day of school to getting brutally rejected by their crushes, these traumatized people share their most embarrassing experiences from school.
1. Win-Win Situation
My first day of first grade, in a new school with no familiar faces, was nerve-racking. I was worried about asking for the bathroom in the middle of the day, despite my teacher being super sweet. Regardless of my fear, the call of nature couldn't be ignored for more than three minutes, given my young age and the limited capacity of a six-year-old's bladder.
My dread became reality when I couldn't hold my pee any longer and ended up wetting my pants. There was a puddle under my desk, but miraculously, nobody appeared to notice. For about 20 nerve-wracking minutes, I sat there, soaked in my embarrassment.
Then, the girl seated behind me told the teacher about finding water under her desk. My heart sank, thinking this was the moment I would be exposed. The fear of being friendless for the rest of the school year was overwhelming. To my relief, the teacher simply responded that she'd deal with it later.
After class, my teacher gently asked me if I'd had an accident. Overwhelmed with shame, I burst into tears. To my surprise, she handled the situation with kindness, assuring me it was nothing to be ashamed of. A pact was formed that day—each time I took a bathroom break in the future, she'd reward me with a sweet Skittle. In the end, what started as an embarrassing ordeal turned into a sweet arrangement.
2. Instructions Not Clear
During my first week in kindergarten, I needed to use the restroom. Since the girls' restroom was occupied, my teacher suggested using the boys' restroom because it was a one-person deal. That's when I noticed a peculiar gadget, which I assumed was just another fun version of a toilet. Driven by curiosity, I decided to give it a try—pulling down my pants, climbing up on this exciting contraption, and proceeding to poop.
Where it went wrong, though, was forgetting to lock the door. Consequently, another boy from my class walked in. He then announced to everyone that I had used the urinal for a number two.
3. Bad Hair Day
When I was in the sixth grade, I took a trip to the Bahamas with my folks for a winter getaway. On these sandy beaches, you can often find women trying to make a living by selling things, and a popular one among them is hair braiding. I thought it would be pretty cool to get my hair braided, so I gave it a shot. Once our vacation was over and we were back in the US, I decided to rock my new braided look, complete with green and white beads, for my first day back at school. But there was something crucial that slipped my mind...
You see, I'm a white guy. Looking back, it was definitely one of my most regrettable decisions during my early teenage years.
4. Mind Your Business
I grew up in a tiny town in Texas, where our school was so small we could barely fill two classrooms. When I was in second grade, I remember the two classrooms were joined by a pair of restrooms. Each had two toilets, no urinals, and unbelievably, no locks. This setup was strange, to say the least.
Two doors led to this shared-space: one from the boys' room and one from the girls' room. I don't know if this layout was typical for rural schools back then, but it was certainly unique for our little outpost.
One day, I went in to use the restroom. Unknown to me, my teacher decided to organize a movie-viewing in the other room. She was so focused on managing the kids, she completely forgot I was in the bathroom. She asked the students to form a line and proceed to the other classroom. This marked the beginning of my most embarrassing moment.
What occurred next was like a scene from a nightmare. As I sat there, each kid strolled by one by one, pointing and laughing at me as I sat, helpless. To tell you the truth, it was a pretty traumatizing experience.
5. Mouth Is Lava!
Once, while innocently gnawing on a red pen, it suddenly burst in my mouth. Eager to rinse the unpleasant taste, I rushed towards the teacher. This harmless blunder rapidly descended into pandemonium. The teacher mistook the red ink for blood and began panicking. She immediately rang the nurse, disregarding my attempts to clarify that it was just ink. The bitter red liquid filling my mouth rendered me unable to speak clearly.
As the red ink and saliva trickled from my mouth, I was frantic not to ingest it. I attempted to dash out the room to find a drinking fountain, but the teacher practically intercepted me. She was under the impression that I'd bitten off my tongue and was a potential hazard to myself and my fellow students. None could comprehend that it was simply red ink. The situation was already chaotic, yet for me, it managed to worsen.
Even after proving there were no injuries and insisting that my pen had burst, unfortunately, I still ended up undergoing a psychological assessment.
6. All Wet
When I was in third grade, I had an embarrassing incident during recess where I wet my pants. Thankfully, no one saw right away, but I knew I couldn't hide my damp clothes for the rest of the day. So, when recess concluded, several children, including me, went to the bathroom before returning to class. Obviously, I didn't need to use the bathroom, but I pretended anyway, as I had a plan in mind.
As I was washing my hands, I thought the most effective way to conceal my wet shorts was by soaking myself in water from the sink. To make the act less suspect, I playfully splashed everyone else in the bathroom as well. I’m fairly confident that my clever plan preserved my little remaining dignity that day.
7. Doctor, Doctor
Back in fifth grade, I was on a group outing with my class. We found ourselves in this small room listening to a lecture when the teacher needed to step out for a bit. As you'd imagine, our class of 20 quickly erupted into typical kid chaos, bouncing around and being playful. During this mayhem, one of the girls decided to erase the teacher's notes from the whiteboard just for kicks.
Given our shorter stature being in fifth grade, she had to leap a bit to reach the top of the board. While doing so, an unexpected scream filled the room, freezing us in our tracks—the poor girl looked at her belly and it was a gruesome sight. The whiteboard's eraser holder, which was metal and quite pointy, had accidentally slashed her stomach when she hopped up.
Witnessing her open wound was nauseating. The classroom reached peak panic as she crumpled onto the floor. Our teacher rushed back in, swiftly picked up the injured girl, and alerted the appropriate personnel. Despite the shock, the girl was okay in the end—after a trip to the ER and some stitches.
This incident marked the first time I truly grasped what was inside our bodies. And let me tell you, it was thoroughly petrifying.
8. What A Headache
My entire life, I've struggled with stuttering a bit more than most people. As a child, migraines were also a frequent problem for me. To help me manage them, my mom left a bottle of Advil in the school office for me to take whenever a headache hit during school hours. My pattern was pretty routine: I'd get a headache, ask to leave the classroom, head to the office, and take my Advil.
In third grade, this routine happened about once a week. I was quick about it, back to class as soon as I took the pill. But one day, my teacher thought she knew better than my mom and the school nurse. Here's how it unfolded: during a lesson, I had a headache and rested my head on the table, waiting for a break in the lesson to ask to leave.
Noticing me, the teacher asked me, “Why is your head down and you're not participating?” I answered, “I have a headache. Can I head to the office for some Advil?” Her response shocked me. "You know, I don't believe you should. Advil isn't healthy and constant use can harm your kidneys and liver."
The lesson continued. I rested my head back down. A few moments later, the teacher posed a question to the class. "Does anyone know the answer?" She pointedly asked me, "What about you? Do you know the answer?" Stuttering began to creep into my words, “I d-d-d-don't know,”. Her tone dismissive and mocking, she replied, “Well, 'I d-d-d-don't know' isn't the answer."
It was humiliating. She had not only disregarded my pain, but also belittled me in front of the whole class for my stutter. To put it briefly, my mom lost her temper at the teacher and the principal the very next day, and several kids, due to similar incidents, ended up switching schools. That teacher was no longer there the next academic year.
Later, I found out she started working with kids who had special needs or disabilities. The mere thought of her working with vulnerable students leaves a sour feeling in my stomach.
9. Worst Save
During a dance event in sixth grade, I found myself twirling with the most attractive girl around. She indicated a preference for a closer dance, but my shyness kicked in and I maintained a gap. Later on, via a chat message, she queried about my distanced dancing style. Now, my response was excessively awkward. Until today, I can't fathom why I chose these words, but I managed to say, "My trouser buddy decided to bulk up." We never had a conversation again after that.
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10. Blew Her Away
Back in my third-grade PE class, we were learning some new exercises—time for sit-ups to be precise. My coach, Mr. Smith, paired me up with this girl I really liked. The idea was we'd demonstrate to the rest of our classmates how to properly do a sit-up; she'd hold my legs while I did mine and keep count, then we'd switch roles.
I was super excited about this, but things took a turn for the worst when it was my turn to do the sit-ups. On the fifth one, I let out the loudest fart ever. Subsequently, the whole class couldn’t help but laugh and even tried mimicking my debacle. The girl I liked backed away quickly, screaming, leaving me in utter mortification. I couldn't help but cry. Our coach decided to wrap up the PE lesson prematurely that dreadful day.
11. Not A Happy Birthday
When I was in third grade, I had a birthday that I was really thrilled about. I've always enjoyed being in the spotlight, and birthdays were those special days when I was ready to soak up the feeling of everyone feeling joyful for me. As always, I went to school in high spirits. But, without a clue as to why, my usually vibrant and cheerful teacher seemed rather blue. For the initial few hours of the morning, she was rather glum and was snapping at all the students.
And that included me. I was always eager to answer all the questions, especially when it came to multiplication, though my answers were often incorrect. I could tell my teacher was losing her patience. Before long, it was time for quiet individual study, and I still hadn't received the customary birthday cheer. This upset me because typically, birthday kids got a song and cheer right at the start of the day and I didn't want to be left out.
Determined to grab this birthday moment, I approached my teacher during our work time. She looked more upset than ever, and without even lifting her gaze, she grumbled, "What?" I was surprised but undeterred, I courageously shared, "Just so you know, it's my birthday." I was hopeful of her delight and the usual birthday cheer, but boy, was I disappointed.
Suddenly, she shot me the angriest glare I've ever seen and yelled, "I don’t care! Nobody cares that it’s your birthday!” All this happened in the middle of our quiet study time and everyone in the class was shocked. Weirdly, I didn't break down. Instead, I silently expresed my dismay, returned to my desk, and kept mum for the rest of the day.
This might not sound like a grand story, but it was the last time I attempted to celebrate a birthday at school.
12. What A Sight
When I was in the ninth grade, our high school track coach advised us to execute sprint drills on the school's driveway. The routine was simple: begin close to the roadside and sprint through its two-hundred-meter long stretch. As we huddled near the road, I was patiently waiting for my turn. Suddenly, a senior student decided to play an embarrassing prank on me.
To my horror, he yanked down my pants, including my underwear, exposing me to everyone around—our track team, passers-by in their cars, and the worst luck, the girls' cross-country team who happened to be jogging past at that moment.
13. Life Changer
During my first year of high school, I wasn't really up to par while in math class. A wave of sickness hit me hard, so I asked my teacher if I could go to the bathroom, fearing I may soon vomit. However, I only made it halfway before I completely lost it—I ended up throwing up all over the hallway floor in view of a classroom full of students! Fast forward to sophomore year during English class, we were asked to write about something especially memorable.
Turns out, one of my classmates penned a vivid account of witnessing the incident unfold from the very classroom I had been so sick in front of.
14. Couldn’t Get Any Worse
When I was a kid, for a few years we lived in a very small town. The local school was so small that all the levels were housed in one building—right from elementary up to high school. The entire school got involved whenever the high schoolers celebrated their "Spirit Week" which included dressing up based on various themes. The entire event kicked off with "Pajama Day."
At that time, I was a six year old in 1st grade and, trust me, I was anything but cool. More embarrassingly so, even for someone my age. I was rather dorky—always the teacher's right hand and an absolute rule follower. My oversized bespectacled look didn't help either, offering more cannon fodder for continuous ridiculing. However, I believed that Pajama day was going to flip the script for me. It was time for my cool-quota to get a makeover...or so I thought.
I has this cool purple onesie, complete with footies. I was of the idea that this getup would surge my popularity meter. Afterall, who could resist the irresistibility of a purple onesie! I probably should mention here that I had a consistent bed-wetting problem in my childhood.
Embarrassing as it was, I did my best to hide this from everyone, even my parents. I learned how to do laundry at an early age in an attempt to discreetly clean up after myself. The flip side to this was an occasional mix-up of clean and soiled. The D-Day for Pajama day arrived and I was all nerves and excitement.
Donned in my purple PJs, I got on the school bus. As I was getting off, I overheard two girls talking about a cat pee smell. Sent into a frenzy, I dashed to the bathroom, locked myself in a cubicle, and checked my onesie. In my rush to get ready, had I picked up the wrong onesie? Why hadn't I realized about the smell before?
What to do next? Attempt cleaning it in the sink? Nope, because there were no dryers. Convey to my mom? Definitely not. I didn't want to let her down. To sidestep disappointing mom, I decided to brave it out the entire day in soiled clothes.
So I emerged from the bathroom, determined to see it through, when to my utter dismay, I noticed none of the other kids were in their PJs. I'd made a mess—not only had I got the dates wrong for the Spirit Week, but here I was, in my pee-smelling purple onesie on a plain Monday.
15. What A Show
Did you know that as a youngster, I was really skilled at playing the saxophone? Mostly through middle and high school, I'd find myself traveling quite a bit, taking part in competitions both individually and as part of a group. The peak was the summer right before I started high school when I participated in an individual contest at a massive state fair. The final round had an audience of roughly 3,000 spectators, jumbotrons for those seated way back and a coverage by the local CBS TV channel.
Although I didn't land the top spot, I did have a blast and bagged some prize money to boot. Now, being part of the band fraternity, I knew I'd never be Mr.Popular in school. But I thought with my nifty sax skills, I'd at least have some clout among my fellow bandmates. Well, that belief got put to the test on the very first day of school, first period: band class.
The room was buzzing with conversations, especially with the freshmen all nervous about their high school debut. As the bell rang, our trainer—who was fresh to this role and with whom I'd previously played in a few spots around town—rolled in a TV set, shooting me this smug grin. He flicked the TV on and there I was on screen, strolling onto the stage at the fair.
I began my performance, totally into my element, gyrating to the rhythm. Though slightly awkward to be in the room watching myself, it seemed well-received so I figured this might be a step in the right direction. Things were going great, until BAM!
The cameraman zoomed out a bit and there it was, in full view: my pants were unzipped. Entirely. It was so clearly noticeable, it looked like someone had purposely unzipped and pulled them apart to their fullest extent. How had I missed it? Why hadn't anyone informed me then?! The room fell silent for a moment before deafening laughter and wisecracks filled the space.
Sitting there, blushing furiously, and amidst the friendly jeers, I started questioning what the next four years would be like. I caught sight of myself on the screen, giving a seductive sax player's glare and hip thrust, and thought, "Would it have been any less mortifying if I'd decided against wearing the boxers?"
16. Red Alert
I entered adolescence a little later than most, experiencing my first menstrual cycle on my second day of high school. It began unnoticed midday and was so intense that by the time I got home, my jeans and underwear were ruined. One awkward incident that stands out was when I stood up in my final class to retrieve a piece of paper from my classmate seated in front.
I honestly couldn't believe it—to my complete unknowing embarrassment, my peers sitting behind burst into laughter, a mystery that unraveled only when I reached home.
At that moment, I seriously wished the ground would swallow me up.
17. Hair-Don’t
In my middle school days, I sported a significant bowl cut, akin to The Shining's young protagonist, but shorter. I primped it up the day before school started and I have to admit, it didn't look half bad. But the very next morning, oversleeping led to a showerless rush. A rebellious cowlick sprang up, defiant and unmanageable. My solution? A hefty dose of hair gel to weigh it down.
It felt rough and crusty, but I assumed it would go unnoticed. But little did I know, the budget hair gel I had used started disintegrating as it dried out. On the bus ride to school, disaster struck when a student behind me spotted the white specks clinging to my hair, loudly proclaiming my supposed "dandruff" problem. Panicking, I tried to explain the situation, but middle schoolers can be tough critics.
Unfortunately, the label of poor hygiene stuck. A loud-mouthed eighth grader even claimed I had bird droppings in my hair by the end of the day. Thankfully, the scene didn't draw much of a crowd. Fast forward a few years, I discovered I was mockingly nicknamed "Coconut Head" thanks to my bowl cut. It's funny, I had thought my haircut was pretty cool. Man, middle school was rough.
18. Unleash The Beast
During my sixth-grade year, I was a percussionist in the school band and my band class was the last session of the day. Picture me, playing my drums when suddenly, I had an urgent need to use the bathroom. The thing was, our band teacher was a stickler—hardly anyone ever left mid-song.
Thinking I could keep everything under control until the end of class, I decided to tough it out. I was doing well, maintaining the situation, or so I thought. Nearing the class end, a few embarrassing noises started to slip out and I realized my control was waning. A mild odor began to fill the air and when a classmate asked, "Who stepped on dog poop?", everyone began checking their shoes, but found nothing.
It started to dawn on me that they probably guessed the true source of the smell and panic began to set in. The pressure kept building and it became obvious that I couldn't control it. I knew my 'hold it in' strategy was failing. At last, I had to admit defeat. I bolted from my seat and requested a bathroom break. To my utter disappointment, my teacher refused my plea, citing that we were in the middle of a piece.
That was the last thing I wanted or needed to hear. So, I stormed out of the class and, well, let's just say it was not my finest moment. For the rest of that day, I didn't return to the class. It was the most embarrassing and odor-filled day of my life.
19. Bad Wingwoman
Middle school for us too was all about making an impression on the first day. Four elementary schools converged into our middle school beginning in the 6th grade. As a skinny, nerdy, choir girl who was new to the district in 5th grade, I was largely invisible amidst kids who'd spent their summers at camp together.
In 5th grade, I found myself infatuated with a popular boy called Chris. When it comes to crushes, I really fell head over heels. My binders were decorated with his name etched in hearts, I practiced kissing on my hand which I referred to as Chris, the whole nine yards. Chris, unfortunately, had no idea I even existed, that is, until the 6th grade started. My then-best friend knew about my feelings for Chris and decided to play a cruel joke on me. She called me the night before school pretending to be Chris.
Her voice hadn't deepened, just like ours hadn't, so it was quite believable. I bought her act hook, line, and sinker. The fake Chris confessed his affection for me and announced his intention to call me his girlfriend beginning the next day. Over the moon, I ditched my usual jeans and T-shirt for a garish white dress adorned with bright blue and green flowers.
I added a white jacket featuring bright pink and orange butterflies and confidently strutted into school the next day. I spotted Chris, my new 'boyfriend', amidst the popular kids and clung to his arm, cheekily wishing him good morning. He recoiled from me as though I was carrying a disease, and asked with a terrified expression what was wrong with me.
My heart sank, my face turned crimson, and I felt immobilized by fear and embarrassment. Hoping against hope, I whispered to him, "but… I thought… you wanted to tell everyone I was your girlfriend today?" A mix of confusion and horror riddled Chris' face and the popular girls burst into derisive laughter, just as I added, "you remember, you phoned me last night?"
"No way, I’d never call you! Leave me alone!" he retorted. As I dashed off to the bathroom to weep out the horrifying ordeal through the first period, the mocking echoes of one popular girl questioning my outfit followed me, alongside more laughter. That's the most traumatic episode from my school years. Well, except the day my bra padding made an unexpected appearance from beneath my shirt on a field trip bus.
I was kneeling on my seat, my arms propped on the backrest, when the friend who'd prank-called me decided to draw everyone's attention to my plight instead of assisting me out of the situation. Looking back, she was such a pest.
20. Bad Hideout
We were playing a unique version of hide-and-seek in the nearby woods that involved sneaking around to kick a ball when the seeker wasn’t watching. I managed to snugly fit into a bush that was right next to the ball and dense enough to keep me hidden. Remember, this was in second grade, so I could easily disappear in a bush of that size.
Only fifteen seconds after settling into my hideout, I started to feel a painful sensation. I wasn't entirely aware of what was happening, but before I knew it, I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Turns out, I unknowingly poked my head into a wasp's nest. Needless to say, I had to be hustled off to see the school nurse.
The nurse had to painstakingly remove three wasps that were stuck in my long curly hair, stinging me all the while. But that wasn’t the end of my ordeal. When I returned to class, I complained about still feeling a sting in my hair. Although the nurse couldn’t find anything during a quick check, she sent me back to class.
After enduring it for about thirty minutes, I broke down in tears honestly believing that there was another wasp in my hair. On a more thorough check this time, the nurse finally found the stranded culprit. Obviously, my brushes with wasps since then have been nothing short of nerve-wracking.
21. Prank Master
In the seventh grade, my classmates and I had developed a strong bond with our History teacher, to the extent that we'd spend most of our lessons cracking jokes about the day's topic, including ribbing about Lewis and Clark's dog, Seaman. One day, my buddy dared me to hide under our teacher's desk during her brief absence and jump out for a scare when she returned.
Since it seemed funny at the time, I happily agreed. After the scare, we all had a good laugh, and the school day ended without a hitch. For about a week, everything felt normal until I was unexpectedly summoned to the school principal's office.
The principal pulled me up on what had happened, delivered a serious lecture on harassment rules, and warned me of severe consequences once the school board discovered my stunt. Basically, he suggested that I should prepare for the possibility of suspension, without ruling out the threat of expulsion entirely. As I walked back to class, I felt crushed as I'd never been in trouble before, and I knew my parents would be disappointed.
Upon entering the class, I looked at my teacher, saying, "Miss, I meant it as a joke, I didn't mean to harm.” Unexpectedly, she responded with a surprise twist, declaring, "So was I," then gave a cheeky wink to the principal, triggering laughter throughout the class. So, I definitely learned my lesson that day, and that incident bumped my teacher up to legendary status in my eyes. Crisis dodged!
22. Wrong Hole
Back in my private religious middle school days, we had this rule to pray twice a day. Truth be told, many of us would just zone out but we obeyed the rule all the same. Once, during a 10-minute quiet prayer session in the eighth grade, I saw my friend glance suspiciously at an unoccupied light socket that was part of a wall lighting fixture. He was gripping a metal bobby pin.
He gave me this look like, "Should I go for it?" and I responded with an enthusiastic nod. That nod was all he needed and he promptly jammed the bobby pin into the light socket. The explosion that followed was beyond wild. Sparks flew from the socket, a loud bang filled the room, and his shirt sleeve went up in flames!
Suddenly, the entire room was buzzing: over a hundred kids and a few teachers were all silent, their eyes fixed on my friend whose shirt was on fire and tears streaming down his face, standing near the charred light socket. Luckily, he didn't suffer any injuries but even now, the sight of everyone staring in disbelief at my foolish friend who had blown up a light socket brings a chuckle out of me.
23. Crushed
Back when I was in the eighth grade, I had this huge crush on a girl that started way back in fifth grade. One day, I finally summoned the courage to express my feelings to her. I spent a couple of days devising a plan and figured that writing her a note was the best course of action. I drafted a one-page note where I attempted to express why I liked her so much, and I even included my phone number at the end.
I admitted in the note that I had a crush on her for three years. Since she sat right behind me in math class, I handed it to her there. In what felt like the longest 30 seconds of my life at that point, she started giggling, softly at first because we were in a quiet class. Already stinging from this, she then took it to her friends.
Her chuckles became louder and were joined by her friends' laughter. Before long, the entire group was in stitches. I managed to hold back tears for the duration of the class. When the bell rang, I ran to the bathroom in the floor below and cried my heart out. Bizarrely, I still attended the final class of the day, which she was also in. The laughter persisted.
I was the only student in class not taking part in the gossip. I had my head down on my desk, praying the day couldn't get any worse. But then a girl, who sat next to my crush, dropped a note on my desk. Confused, I naively thought it might be an apology. Sadly, I was wrong—she and her friends had mimicked my note.
They designed another girl to be the "author" of the note, and the content painted me as a total creep. Shaken, I rested my head back on the desk as they erupted into cruel laughter again. I was devastated, speechless, and physically pained in my chest. Eventually, the teacher wandered over to see what was wrong.
Barely able to speak, I couldn't communicate my predicament. After school, I had a restless, sleepless night. This experience made me dread going to school for a long time. For a few nights, I wept myself to sleep.
24. Puke Horror
When I was around 10 at elementary school, a newcomer joined us midway through the school year. We had a routine morning assembly where all of us would squeeze into a large hall for around 30 minutes. This must have made the new kid anxious—the unexpected happened about 15 minutes into the assembly. He began to throw up dramatically, much to everyone's surprise.
His vomiting projected onto those standing in front of him and then, as he tried to leave, it reached several others too. I estimate that nearly 15 to 20 people were affected. The scene quickly turned into frenzy. Everyone was pushing and shoving, desperately trying to escape from the situation. Individuals darted around the room screaming, covered in vomit. It was like a vomit epidemic.
25. Nice Save
As a senior class president, my duty was to deliver a warm welcome speech to our fresh batch of freshmen on the opening day of school. Unluckily, I wasn't feeling well and was on the verge of losing my voice. I only managed to say, "Hello, my name is..." when the unthinkable happened—my voice cracked, sounding eerily similar to a teenager going through puberty. The shock and confusion was clearly visible on the freshmen's faces, and they were too taken aback to even laugh.
Internally, I was freaking out. I gathered my thoughts, steadied myself, and said, "Moments like these are a common occurrence in high school. Better get accustomed to it." After this, I resumed my speech. Quite a graceful recovery, I'd say, but my friends never let me forget that incident.
26. Repressed Memories
When I was in either 6th or 7th grade, I was part of the orchestra class where I played the violin. One day, I remember feeling particularly unwell during class. Suddenly, I felt the urgent need to dash to the restroom and throw up.
After racing to the bathroom and emptying my stomach, an unexpected and embarrassing situation struck—I had an accident due to the pressure on my stomach. My mind seems to have blocked out whatever happened afterward because I can't remember a thing. Although nobody taunted me about what happened, I can imagine the stress of dealing with such a debacle in the middle of school, especially with all my belongings lying in the classroom.
Looking back, I feel as though I must have tapped into some hidden energy, much like Gohan, to swiftly handle the situation around the school.
27. Forgotten Lunch
In 7th grade, we had to go through a locker inspection because some kid's lunches in their locker had gone bad, attracting a swarm of fruit flies. Guess who that kid was? Yup, it was me. As I looked into my locker, my classmates watched in stunned disbelief. I began to remove bag after bag of spoiled food—sandwiches, apples, bananas, and more. The stench was frankly the most nauseating thing I've ever experienced.
When I got to the last bag, disaster struck. The bottom gave way, and this unidentifiable gooey mixture poured out onto the floor, trailing an even more unbearable smell. I remember turning around, watching in shock as this cute girl in my class made a beeline for the nearest trash bin and lost her lunch. Oddly enough, I found the whole situation pretty funny and started to chuckle.
In return, she just shot me a glare, called me gross, and I ended up blushing for the rest of the day. But it seems to have blown over quickly enough, as far as I can recall.
28. Mess With Someone Your Own Size
On my initial day of 5th grade, I was the new kid. I was attempting to memorize everyone's names but everyone acted unkindly, making fun of me and pointing out my bow tie, a gift from my mom. I thought it would earn me "cool" points, but it ended up being a reason for ridicule. As if that wasn't bad enough, while drinking from the water fountain, I accidentally splashed water onto my pants. This prompted some kids to start a cruel chant: "Pee pants! Pee pants!".
Yet, I got ultimate revenge. When it was time for recess, I made sure those little troublemakers stayed inside the classroom. They had to sit quietly while I enjoyed reading the newspaper and sipping my coffee.
29. Privacy Please!
When I was in 9th grade, I found myself in an awkward situation at school. I was merely using the restroom, not thinking it was a noteworthy event. However, another student, notorious for his disruptive behavior, found my situation quite amusing.
Aggravatingly, he decided to record a short video of this uncomfortable moment by dangling his iPod over the stall door. Then, he went around showing that embarrassing video to all of his friends. As you can imagine, I ended up being the subject of many jokes around school because of it.
30. Can You Keep A Secret?
When I was in eighth grade, there was this boy I fancied. His constant flirting gave me a feeling the affection was mutual. One day, while standing with my pals after school, I opened up to one of them about my crush on him and asked her to solemnly swear not to spill the beans. But, I should have known better than getting my hopes up about keeping it a secret.
She directly looked at me, then turned towards him – he was just standing about 50 feet away – and shouted, "Hey, Bobby! She's got a crush on you!"
What a typical "teen girl" thing to do, right? Sadly, Bobby never uttered a word to me after that.
31. Disaster Soup
Every year, my mother would whip up an incredibly tasty split pea soup using the leftover Christmas ham. She'd dedicate an entire day to it, and we all loved it—it was a favorite in our household. One fateful day when I was in the 6th grade, she packed a Thermos of this delightful soup for my school lunch. So eager was I to savor its aroma, I secretly uncapped it at my desk in the very early stages of the morning.
But disaster struck! The Thermos slipped from my grip, spilling its contents all over me and my desk, and even onto a few other kids' desks because we were seated in clusters. Now, imagine what split pea soup looks like to a group of 11-year-olds. You guessed it—they thought it was vomit. Panic ensued as children began to shriek, "He's thrown up! Gross!" scattering out of the classroom. This incident is, without a doubt, the most mortifying episode of my childhood.
32. Sticking Out
My reintroduction to public school in 8th grade, following three homeschooling years, was quite a challenging experience. I was super clueless and a bit socially inept. Despite my best efforts to blend in and fly under the radar, my attempts were fruitless. In hindsight, it became clear to me that I was known amongst my peers as the "Big Backpack Girl." That year was filled with many rough times—yet one incident sticks out as the most memorable and embarrassing.
One day, a group of boys thought it would be hilarious to put tacks on my chair. I was unaware of their prank for an agonizing two-to-three minutes while the whole class relished in my obliviousness. But as soon as I shifted my weight in the chair, I felt the sharp points stabbing into my backside. With a surprised jump, I leapt from the chair, which inspired peals of laughter from all corners of the room. I always believed that a tack-chair prank was the stuff of cartoons, not reality!
33. Wash Off Your Sins
When my sixth-grade year began, the first Friday kicked off with Catholic mass. I thought it was a great idea to sit beside the most attractive girl in my class, but I quickly realized I was mistaken. Suddenly, I was struck by the urge to pee. As we were holding hands during the "Our Father" prayer, it happened. The prayer concluded, and a wet spot had appeared on my pants.
Thinking quickly, I darted to the restroom. I decided I could cover this mishap by splashing water on myself and claiming it came from the sink. I soaked myself and returned just as the mass was ending. My wet pants were visible to everyone. I blushed deeply and shed some tears. I was reminded of this embarrassing moment until I moved to different high school three years later.
34. Tummy Turner
When I was in third grade, the popular movie "Twister" had just hit the cinemas. One day, while I was in school, the tornado alarms started ringing which caused me quite a scare! As a 3rd grader who had just watched this movie, the fear of being caught in a tornado seemed like a genuine threat. Unfortunately, my nerves got the best of me at that moment—I was so frightened and panicked that I accidentally went #2 in my pants right there in class.
35. Head Turner
Back in 1979 when I was a high school freshman, being a nerd wasn't considered cool yet. Unfortunately for me, I was exactly that, despite how much I tried not to be. I sported thick glasses typical of that era that were not as comfortable or light as those available in the market today.
Ideally, I should have had trendier glasses, but those were pricier. My style staple involved shabby hair and thrift-store clothing. I also had a secondhand rickety 10-speed bicycle that I would ride to school. Interestingly, it was uncommon then to carry your books in a backpack.
The cool dudes would carry their school materials under one arm, never two; you would seem like a nerd if you did that. We had lockers, so we would switch and arrange our books as per class schedules. If you had a lot of homework, returning home could be laborious.
I would mount my rickety cycle, head back home with books and notebooks crammed under one arm, leaning slightly to counterbalance. I got used to this arrangement and it didn't bother me much. But every day, passing the school stadium, soon to be the scene of an embarrassing moment for me, was part of my ride back home.
I'd cruise across a large and mostly deserted parking lot, past the athletic field. My school had numerous post-school activities, including a vibrant cheer-leading group and numerous cheerleader aspirants who would all practice together near the parking lot.
They were an appealing sight but way out of my league, so interacting much with them just didn't cross my mind. But one day, as they were performing a routine stretch exercise in their uniforms, my attention slipped.
I halted for a spell, distracted by the cheerleading squad. After a mesmerizing moment, I resumed my ride only to realize I had been riding towards a telephone pole at a dangerous speed. As I turned to face front, now just a few inches away from the pole, a rush of fear ran through me.
With a bang, I smacked straight into the pole. The impact severed my glasses and tossed me off my bike, scattering my books in all directions. I was later told by a friend and the school nurse about the extent of the chaos.
As I regained my senses, I found myself surrounded by familiar blurry faces—the cheerleaders. Despite trying not to, some couldn’t help suppress their amusement as they expressed concern. They ended up picking up my scattered belongings, and I was later escorted to the school nurse's office.
In my state of daze and unfamiliarity, I remember hearing the words "possible concussion" as the nurse made a phone call to my mom. I recounted my fall to the best of my abilities, but their response is fade in memory. After a couple of hours, the nurse concluded that I didn’t have a concussion, hence my friend was allowed to take me home.
I stayed home the next day and visited a doctor who recommended simple medication for my road rashes and headache. I was off from school for one more day to order new glasses. With my damaged glasses held together with tape, I returned to school.
And for the rest of my freshman year and a couple of terms into my sophomore year, giggles would follow me whenever I passed the cheerleaders.
36. Fast Like Flash
When I was in fifth grade, our playground had a tire swing. The boys in our grade had a game where they'd spin the person in the tire as fast as they could, usually until that person got flung out. On this one day, I was the brave soul in the tire. They kept spinning and spinning, and I could feel myself slipping out. At first it was just a thrilling rush, until my belt loop got snagged on the chain—that’s when it turned sour.
I called for them to stop, but they thought I was playing around, so they only spun me faster. I ended up tumbling onto the ground, my belt loop ripped off, and with my pants yanked down to my knees—taking my underwear with them. I managed to pull myself together pretty fast, but it sure was embarrassing, being the only girl among a bunch of boys.
37. Take Your Meds
One day, a bus arrived at the school, and everyone stepping off was fluttering with excitement. I spotted a familiar face and inquired about the commotion. The reality left me taken aback. Turns out, the bus had driven past a woman, fully disrobed while out for a jog. This wasn't a slender, athletic woman, but rather a larger lady carrying quite a bit of extra weight—easily over two hundred pounds—jogging in broad daylight, not wearing a stitch of clothing.
Adding to the awkwardness, she happened to be a teacher at the local middle school. It was revealed later, she'd stopped taking her prescribed medications and was experiencing some mental health issues. She ended up taking an extended leave of absence, but eventually returned to her job at the same school. I attempted to find a news report to verify the tale, but after a quick search for "local teacher jogging disrobed", I concluded pursuing it further might not be work appropriate.
38. Bathroom Break
When I was around 11 years old, our middle school took us on a field trip. The first part of our trip was a lengthy walk through the desert under a scorching sun. During the hike, I started to feel an urgent need to use the bathroom. Despite my desperate pleas, the park ranger didn't allow me to step off the trail.
As my discomfort grew, I faced an unfortunate incident—I ended up soiling my pants. Regretfully, my bad luck didn't stop there.
The hot sun was relentless as we continued our journey, causing the mess in my pants to leak down my legs. Gradually, it hardened into a stiff crust with sharp edges due to the scorching heat. With no chance of the bus returning until day's end, I was forced to engage in the day's activities, all while dealing with a very embarrassing issue.
The following week, the park ranger sent me an apology letter. And when my teacher suggested she come apologize in front of the class, my response was a resounding 'No, thank you!'.
39. Saved By The Call
One of the toughest school days I had was in my second year at college. I remember starting my day just like any other—heating up Cocoa Puffs for breakfast, and then a quick session of playing Halo before heading out for my martial arts class. It was when I was packing up my stuff that I got a call from my brother. He had an unexpected message: stay away from class.
His request took me by surprise. He then relayed a chilling piece of news—a suspected shooter was on campus. The whole idea seemed so surreal that I found it hard to believe. He was lacking specifics, though his tone was alarming enough to take it seriously. I acted instantly, informing everyone I knew and urging them to pass the message along.
Meanwhile, there was no breaking news on TV, no announcement on the radio, and no email from the university. It felt like an eternity, but after around 12 minutes, both the TV and the university's emergency email finally confirmed the shocking news. I was left with a feeling of disbelief that lingered for hours, unsure of my emotions. It was a heavy day; my brother's roommate, coworker, and a close friend didn't make it through.
It's strange to imagine that I was just about to leave for Cole Hall's parking lot, located in the field house. I was just 5 minutes from stepping out the door before my brother's call deterred me from the unfolding crisis. The memory cast a lingering shadow, making me extra cautious in every classroom for the rest of the year.
Tragically, five lives were lost that day in DeKalb, which marked the darkest day of my school life.
40. Leaving A Mark
In 7th grade, I attended a Roman Catholic school, which was known for being the best in town. Despite its religious foundation, it wasn't too stringent, which was a relief. The school had a notable Jesus and Joseph statue placed at the foyer, and everyone knew how much the Head of the School revered it.
One day, there came a turning point. As a person who tends to feel socially anxious, being among so many unfamiliar faces would commonly make me feel ill. That day was no different, but the unease rose above levels high enough to make me dreadfully sick.
In the middle of the day, I got myself lost in the school—that was the last straw. My face turned pale green, and I knew it—that sick, threatening feeling meant I was about to throw up everywhere out of fear and embarrassment.
Without having a clue where the toilets were, I dashed in desperation. I ran around the school in a frenzy trying to locate them, but time wasn't on my side—it was coming up. Left with no choice, I angled my face and let it all out—all over the sacred statue. To this day, the statue bears marks of that day's unfortunate episode.
41. Bad Decisions
In the sixth grade, our class embarked on a riverboat field trip, with the route passing by the river I live near. The day's adventures also included a treat at McDonald's afterward, an element of the trip that seemed more thrilling when you're just 11 years old. That morning, I was handed 20 dollars for the McDonald's visit, and for some reason I still regret, I chose not to wear a bra.
Seeing as all my bras were dirty and I was still in the training bra stage, I thought it wouldn't be too obvious. After the boat ride, everyone was all sweaty and sticky. We were at a park by the river when the sprinklers came on, and like any kid would do, we decided to run through them.
I completely forgot that I had on a white shirt with no bra underneath. When I emerged drenched, it didn't take long for my classmates to notice my shirt was see-through. Everyone saw everything. The girls in my class formed a protective ring around me, while the boys huddled about 20 feet away.
This crowd also happened to include my biggest crush and his buddies. In that circle of solidarity, in the middle of the park, I had to change into another shirt that a fortunate classmate had with her. We then headed over to McDonald's, where I faced another setback—my allotted 20 dollars was gone, probably lost from my pocket.
I had to plead with a fellow classmate to buy me food, which, considering the earlier incident, was downright embarrassing. It was unquestionably one of the worst days of my life. Plus, this school was full of nasty girls who wouldn't let me forget this mortifying episode. So, I spent the seven and eight grades at a different school.
42. Messed Up
I still have a vivid image of my most embarrassing experience from grade school. The occasion was the 6th-grade farewell party. Parents had sent their kids to school loaded with candy, cakes, cookies, and soft drinks. It was a celebration to bid farewell to us, the departing 6th graders. The party was pretty fun—at least what I recall of it. My buddies and I were having a laugh until one of them put me up to an unthinkable dare.
It was the final day of school and I felt bold enough to say, "Sure, I'll do it!" My friend handed me a cup brimming with Sprite, egging me on to pour it over our classmate Jordan as a joke. Encouraged by my close friends, I seized the cup and unfortunately, made a misguided choice—with confidence, I walked up to Jordan who was peacefully seated at her desk, and ended up dumping all the soda on her lovely blonde hair.
Turns out, it wasn't funny at all. Not one chuckle rang out, not even from my buddies. I immediately wished for the ground to swallow me whole. It was by far the most uncomfortable situation I'd ever found myself in—seriously, how does one make amends for something like that? Attempting an apology didn't seem likely after the shock of what I'd done. Jordan simply gazed at me, saying nothing. I wished she had spoken up just to know what was running through her mind. With everything happening, the teacher rushed to her side, while some girls ran to fetch paper towels.
I was completely sidelined—nobody wanted me around to help. Now in my twenties, this memory still replays in my mind as if it happened recently.
43. Innocent Mistake
When I was in the second grade, I really dived into reading books that were historical fiction—stuff like Little House on the Prairie, American Girl—you get the picture. We had a class field trip lined up where we would visit a park full of historic homes, acting like pioneers for the day. We'd look like folks from the period and do things like making butter and feeding horses.
During one of our class sessions, Ebony, the only black girl in our class and truly a sweet person, asked our teacher what she should wear. Now, with my limited understanding of history, a thought popped into my head. Based on my reading, I figured since African American people were enslaved during the 19th century, Ebony could dress up as a slave. I genuinely believed that suggesting this would be fitting. So, I had the audacity to raise my hand and utter what now I consider as the most offensive statement I've ever made: I suggested that Ebony should wear rags as black people in those times were enslaved.
In my young and naïve mind, this suggestion seemed harmless because I equated slaves to characters like Addy from the American Girl books—strong, noble people who rose above adversity. Not realizing the negative connotations and implications of my words, I was startled when the teacher reacted so strongly. She accused me of being intolerant in front of the whole class.
Looking back, this happened when I was just 7 years old. The whole episode left me traumatized—I was teased relentlessly by my classmates and I cried every day for months. I've often thought about it and I think the teacher could have handled it better, instead of just branding me. It was clear that I had no malicious intent, instead, my teacher could have used that moment as a learning opportunity for everybody. I'm really not fond of how that teacher handled the situation.
44. What Could Go Wrong?
In the 7th grade, I had an English teacher who was super cool and easy-going, allowing us a lot of freedom in class. My friends and I would often mix play with research, killing two birds with one stone. One day, with a substitute teacher who wasn't quite tuned in, we decided to play a game of truth or dare. We began with great fun, sharing laughs—until the game took a disastrous turn.
My friend dared me to go up to a random girl in our class, tug her hair, and loudly ask, "Is that a wig?!" I took up the challenge, selected a girl at random, gave her hair a yank, and loudly posed the question, "Is that a wig?!" for everyone to hear. To my horror, I had goofed up big time—the girl was actually wearing a wig. I made my way back to my seat in utter shame.
The girl dashed out of the classroom in tears, making that day a miserable one.
45. It Wasn’t Me!
When I was in 7th grade, I attended basketball practice bright and early at 7:30 am. Before I went, I had enjoyed a hearty breakfast of cereal paired with a temptingly tangy fruit punch Gatorade. Imagine this: in the middle of a fast-paced match, chasing down the court in a quick dash, I suddenly retched all over the place.
The coaches weren't exactly the easiest to deal with at that moment, so instead of coming to a screeching halt—worried about the shouting I'd receive—I decided to keep on sprinting. Well, that turned out to be quite the mistake...since I ended up slipping and sliding into my own mess.
As if that wasn't enough, another player hot on my heels tumbled right in behind me. So, there we stood, soaked in my shocking red mess, me utterly overwhelmed. I made a break for the locker room as quickly as my legs could carry me. That's when I crossed paths with a gaggle of 8th-grade girls, who reacted with a chorus of "Eww, that's so disgusting."
So, I did what any typical hormone-fuelled teenage lad would do.
I pointed the finger of blame at the other guy who'd taken a tumble in the aftermath.
46. This Beat Is Sick
Back in third grade, there was a kid named Michael in my class who stuttered. We never mocked him for it, we just accepted it. One particular day, we were busy working on our worksheets and would take them to the teacher when we were done. As the teacher collected the papers, she'd call out the names of those who had finished. When Michael finished his work, he hurried to deliver his paper, stuttering "A-a-and Mi-Mi-Mi-Michael."
In my mind, I thought, "Wow, that's got a cool beat!" I found myself silently echoing "A-a-and Mi-Mi-MUH-Michael" a few times. But my innocent mental echo landed me in hot water. I unintentionally said it out loud once, and the whole class mistook it for me mocking Michael. Of course, I got in trouble and was given a letter to take home for my parents to sign.
Feeling deeply embarrassed, I decided to try faking my mom's signature, sure that I could make my third-grade penmanship look like my mom's. My forgery was discovered, and, predictably, I was grounded by my parents. Now, even more than 20 years later, I still regret unintentionally appearing to make fun of Michael. That was never my intention.
47. Bad News
One day during my high school years, the headmaster abruptly came into our class and called me out. There was an immediate chorus of "Ohhs" from my classmates, as they clearly thought I was in hot water. But no, I wasn't in any sort of trouble. In fact, the reality was much grimmer. The whole purpose was to give me the heartbreaking news—my father had passed away just an hour ago.
48. Brave Heroes
Back when I was in grade five, I saw an attempted kidnapping of a little third-grader. Our primary school was sort of easy to get into and wasn't watched over very well. This made it simple for a bad person to come in and try to steal a child. And then, one day, someone did. But thanks to the courage of three of our duty teachers, the story changed.
You wouldn't expect them to be daring enough to confront a danger like that, but they ran head-on towards this man, full speed. He let go of the kid and bolted. They chased him out of the school and partway down the street before they stopped. Incredible. We all stood there, puzzled—but that’s when the "stranger danger" talks we've had suddenly became very real.
Realization hit us that anything could happen to anyone, at any time.
49. Out Of The Closet
When I was on my way to history class, I noticed some strange sounds coming from the broom closet. Despite knowing it would make me late, I felt compelled to investigate further. The rules permitted students to open this particular door. I couldn't believe what I saw on unfolding this mystery—my math and history teachers were in there, kissing each other passionately. At that point, they were both single, but they're happily married now.
50. First Heartbreak
When I was just an eight-year-old kid, I penned a letter to a girl I had the hots for, because I was kind of timid. To my surprise, she was far from timid, the total opposite of me! Her words were very calculated in a way that disappointed me deeply—she blurted out to everyone that I had a crush on her, laughed at my face, and tore my letter to shreds. Darn it, Joanne.
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