<p>In 10th grade I was playing in our fall orchestra concert. I was 3rd chair so I was up front. Well, I got out the wrong music which had ff (fortissimo) as the beginning dynamics. The correct music had pp (pianissimo) at the beginning. So my stand partner and I RIPPED the first measure and everyone just stopped. The entire crowd paused and laughed while our conductor gave me LAZER BEAM eyes. My teacher still hates me now.</p>
<p>I can’t think of a good one, but here’s a normal one.</p>
<p>I was in the lab and we were getting distilled water from the large cartons. I turned the knob to open the water and then waited. And then I couldn’t close it, and the water kept coming out. After a few seconds and a lot of water on the ground I realized I was trying to turn it the wrong way…</p>
<p>My life is a series of embarrassing moments. I’m clumsy, I trip, I say awkward things [even though they sounded perfectly fine in my head]. Fortunately, I’ve never had any major time of the month incidents.</p>
<p>At this summer program I did last year, our group went to some weird Pink Floyd laser light show at a museum in Boston. The guy I was kind of “with” and I hadn’t kissed yet, and during the laser light show he kept grabbing my head, obviously trying to kiss me, but I was convinced that he wouldn’t try and have our first kiss in this weird Pink Floyd laser light show, so I just kind of shrugged away and kept my head firmly towards the ceiling. After like 5 times of him trying to lean over, he just muttered “nevermind.” Finally, I turned to him, and my brain “woke up” and I blurted out REALLY loud “OMG! We you trying to KISS ME?” </p>
<p>He just kind of shook his head and nodded “yeah.” He was very annoyed. And everyone in the group heard it. I still get texts about it.</p>
<p>When I was younger, I used to fantasize about riding horses. A few males I was acquainted with appeared in these dreams, but only as grooms and servants bearing flowers.</p>
<p>I wrote all my dreams down in my diary. My brother, upon discovering said diary, brought it to church and read it aloud during Sunday school to everyone there, “grooms” included. I have never lived that down. As is such, my brother and I do not communicate (even now) if it is not necessary; I have no interest in speaking to an individual with no scruples. The *<strong><em>ing idiot managed to ruin my childhood in so many ways (telling the whole world about embarrassing incidents that happened at home, making me look stupid at every opportunity, slapping me in public for no reason because he wanted to look cool for his friends, etc.). My parents did nothing about these incidents, but that’s a whole other can of worms. The thing is, he’s a *</em></strong>**bag, point blank.</p>
<p>The day I turned 13, I had to play piano at a party someone was hosting. While I was playing, a young child came and overturned the piano. My performance never recovered, and since I had the jitters so bad, The Entertainer was reduced to terrible-sounding noise. Same goes for Maple Leaf Rag and the other ragtime pieces I was playing.</p>
<p>After that performance, I went in a bathroom and cried for seven hours straight.</p>
<p>Since then, I have never cried again.</p>
<p>^ Wow. You haven’t cried since you were thirteen? I cry easily in some situations, but remain “emotionless” (well not really) in other situations you’d expect me to cry.
And I’m sorry about your brother doing the diary thing, what you wrote about sounds really sweet. I always wrote about my frustrations. Thus when I was happy, I abandoned my diary.</p>