<p>My most embarrassing moment was hilarious in retrospect.</p>
<p>I was a new freshman in an introductory art class, and as I was goofing off in class as I had been all year. I was leaning back in my chair so that I was only on two legs, playing with a rubber band and mechanical pencil. A couple seconds later, my mechanical pencil and rubber band inadvertantly became a slingshot with which I launched said pencil into the back of the instructor. I was so mortified by this that I tried to sit back down and look like I was working. Well, instead of my grab for the table steadying me, my grab for the table turned into me dragging the table over myself (darn plastic tables!), causing me to fall on my back with a loud crash. I narrowly missed hitting my head on the real desk behind me!</p>
<p>One of my most embarrassing moments was the first Japanese Speech Contest I took part in. I'm not a native or anything like that, and I stood out as like one of the only white guys in a crowd of Japanese teenagers who have... obvious advantages in the Japanese language realm as they probably spoke it at home. </p>
<p>Regardless I got so nervous when it was my turn, and there was this guy in the middle of the audience smiling at me, expecting me to mess up... and I did. In the middle of one of my sentences I completely forgot my speech and stood there for about a minute with my eyes closed, ears burning... the audience started to mumble amongst themselves until I remembered what I had to say. But I was only able to speak in 10 second intervals before I kept forgetting. There were so many awkward pauses and I went way over the time limit. It was pretty mortifying but I felt good for not leaving mid-speech although it probably would have been smarter as I doubt I got anything but last place. </p>
<p>After the speech a few people were laughing and whispering to each other while looking at me... the judge herself told me "Maybe you should take up yoga and learn to relax". Unnggh. My Japanese teacher from high school was in the audience too and was a little disappointed. Owowow.</p>
<p>hmm.... I think it would have to be taking a huuuuge dump in the ladies restroom in the train station in Salamanca. I was in a real hurry to go to the bathroom and since I don't know spanish and there were no drawings on the wall ...well... </p>
<p>Bathrooms that way! Perfect! I reach the first door and start reading "Senor..." Perfect! Senor means man in Spanish! I'm almost sure of it!!! Can't really focus my concentrantion to the top part of my body and think that through so I storm in there, take one hell of a dump, and try to storm out as fast as I can cuz the flushing didn't drive the smell out. I storm out of the cabin still zipping my pants and storm into this little old ladies who starts saying something in Spanish. I freeze! I think she's senyle and entered the wrong room. Then it hits me that there are no ****oirs. And that what was actually written on the door was SENORas... which must means ladies....I don't really have time to reflect about since the smell hits me. And so does the old lady. She starts hitting me with her kane!! I storm out of the bathroom and the old lady stays in the doorway raising her kane and probably cursing me in Spanish, who knows? Probably all the people in the train station who look at the old lady then look at me and start laughing...</p>
<p>^____^ My most embarrassing moment....[thinks] </p>
<p>=] One day walking down the sidewalk going to the arcades by myself. x] My hot guy friend name Jake thought it was funny to scare me because I tend to >/// scream sometimes. Anyhoo here it is</p>
<p>Me: <em>walking down the side</em> xD la la la la la
Jake: <em>Sneaks behind Diana, grabs Diana's shoulder and shouts</em> Stop where you are!
Me: <em>Punches him in the face and kicks him in the stomach</em> Who the ....<em>looks</em> O____O;;;; <em>turns red</em>
Jake: DIANA!!!!!! <em>Is in pain</em>
Me: >0 Jake you weird0!</p>
<p>^^;;; So yea.....that's what happened. -.-;;; He told everyone what happened. >/ My friends didn't let me down yet. >0 Maybe this is why I scared the boys away. :( Ooh well....</p>
<p>In fourth grade, I went to an elementary school that had two floors. The main staircase was pretty long and narrow, and it was always incredibly crowded in the morning before the bell rang. One day, I wore penny loafers and as I climbed up the stairs, one of them came off. The crowd carried me up the stairs, and I had to push and swim through the kids, trying to get down. The whole time, everyone's squealing (as only elementary kids can,) "Someone's shoe is on the stairs!" "Oh, look--a shoe!" "Eeeewwww! I think it stinks!" (for the record, it didn't.) </p>
<p>The whole time, I'm pushing down, yelling, "That's my shoe! Can someone give me my shoe?" Then, I had to bend down to get it, but no one stopped--everyone just kept on walking right over me.</p>
<p>It was my first year at that school, and all of the kids seemed older than me... not the best way to begin a morning.</p>
<p>Once in 5th grade, I bent over to tie my shoe and I farted. Everyone around me started laughing and making fun of me, and then I started crying.</p>