The Top Three Embarrassing Moments

As I was having breakfast with a friend on Monday we randomly began talking about that awkward moment in elementary school when you call your teacher “Mom.”  We’ve all been there.  I generally like to brag that few things embarrass me.  In fact, only three moments of my life are what I consider genuine moments of embarrassment…

1.  Wearing vomit-orange tights in a performance of “Merchant of Venice” in high school.  I felt that people were just staring up my skirt tunic the entire performance.  Thankfully, the silver lining to this cloud of embarrassment was the beginning of a long and enduring friendship with Ariel Adkins.

2.  Having to kiss a classmate in a school play (I’m seated in the recliner center stage in the picture below).  You would think from this list that high school theater was the most embarrassing possible experience.  The fact is, I loved theater despite these few moments of awkwardness.  Either way, I had to kiss a classmate (red dress in the picture below).  The rehearsals were continually awkward and the performance proved even more uncomfortable with both my parents and her boyfriend (think burly, muscular football player) in the audience.

3.  The king of all embarrassment was when I shattered a glass door by inadvertently walking through it at the house of a girl on whom I had a fairly serious crush.  Needless to say, it did not help my chances with her or endear me to her father!

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3 thoughts on “The Top Three Embarrassing Moments”

  1. I remember number 1 and number 2. To me you were adorable both times. Of course I am your mother and love you no matter what! You handled all of those situations with dignity.

  2. I told the story of number 3 a couple days ago when talking about the fear of walking through glass doors.

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