<p>I'm halfway through my spring break and I'm in mourning of everything embarrassing that happened in high school. I'll start:</p>
<p>-tripping in the Cafeteria
-getting hit at a party by accident -_-
-calling a teacher a random name because I didn't know who he was (lol)
-jumping for joy over my final grade in front of my crush who didn't give 2 ****z</p>
<p>I haven’t done anything embarrassing in Hs, but I remember in sixth grade. This one guy who had mental issues (he would bang his head on the desks in class) decided to hate me. One day during PE, he ran up and pulled my shirt off of me. So I’m running around the middle of the Pe field without a shirt, In front of this girl I had a crush on, trying to hide behind something.</p>
<p>Me and him ended up getting into a fight in 7th grade. I lost…badly…he was much bigger…at least I broke his glasses :)</p>
<p>I have this French teacher who’s bald. I had him for three months in sophomore year. This year, I was self studying AP Bio, so I usually met with the AP Bio teacher after school a couple times per month. The bio teacher is also bald. Therefore, they look alike.</p>
<p>One day after school, my French teacher was walking down the hallway. I was walking towards him as well, just about to visit the bio teacher’s room. I mistook him for the bio teacher. And I called him by the bio teacher’s name. And proceeded to have a conversation with him like he was the bio teacher. Until he said, “Um… I’m not Mr _____” and we just awkward stared for a second. And then I apologized profusely. And I walked off, embarrassed, so embarrassed. The worst part is I actually had the French teacher as my teacher, and I never had the bio teacher as my teacher before.</p>
<p>I have lots of embarrassing moments, 95% of which are related to falling down randomly in front of people because my foot fell asleep.</p>
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<p>Oh god. It was my sophomore year of high school. I had a class that semester in a building I had not been in before. Upon one of my trips to the building, I had to use the restroom. I looked around for the boys’ room and found an entryway to what was clearly a bathroom. But, peculiarly, there was no sign on the wall denoting whether it was the boys’ room or the girls’ room. </p>
<p>I saw across the hall a sign for a girls’ room… next to a door. “Why would the girls’ room have a door if the boys’ room doesn’t?” I asked myself. But upon looking farther down the hall in both directions, I found no boys’ room. So, I came to the conclusion that the unmarked bathroom must be the boys’ room. I stepped into the restroom and was horrified to see that there were no urinals… this was a girls’ room after all. </p>
<p>THANKFULLY, the bathroom was empty. I nonchalantly walked back to the hallway, hoping no one would notice me. It was during class, so the hall should be empty. Unfortunately, right as I stepped out of the restroom, a guy was walking by. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at me with a look of bewilderment. I nervously paced away back to class, humiliated.</p>
<p>Days later, I successfully found the boys’ room of that building. It was completely on the other side of the building and, like the girls’ room, was unmarked. As it turns out, the girls’ room sign I saw next to the door across from the restroom I walked into was actually a sign for the faculty/staff bathroom. This is why that restroom had a wooden door.</p>
<p>To this day, I am still ****ed at my high school for not properly marking its restrooms.</p>
<p>I tried to open the wrong locker.</p>
<p>@ClassOf2015HS:</p>
<p>No offense, but that doesn’t sound very embarrassing.</p>