Embarrassing

I can't think of any stories at the moment... which is weird, since disaster is my middle name... Now I hardly ever take any initative and prefer to pass totally unobserved, as I had so many embarassing moments as a kid...

I do on occassion go down to georgian bay (johnon's beach area). I have taken to just sitting there studying though, far less strenuous.

When I was in about seventh grade I went to the drinking fountain and I had a mouth full of water and my friend said something funny, consequently all the water shot out of my nose and onto the back of the principle who was walking by. I don't remember what happened after that, probably torture and whipping, maybe death by rat (I have the potential to have been reincarnated).

Eheh lol, that happens to me all the time... golden rule: don't make me laugh if I'm drinking!!!

Thanks to Kilted Exile, just discovered this thread and thought we should revive it!

Here is one of mine... Right after university, I found a job at an Embassy as PA to the Ambassador, which required me to attend all the meetings with him and translate... It was all very formal but also very glamourous for a newbie graduate like me; needless to say, I was very pleased with myself.

During one of my first high level meetings, the Ambassador was visiting a Minister and I was translating... After couple of minutes, I noticed the funny looks people were giving me and suddenly realised that instead of translating things into English, I was simply repeating them in my native language. The smug expression on my face disappeared in less than a second as you might expect...

lol that's terrible! though it sounds like a great job! but u got me curious now...what is your native language??? is it a secret? i wanna knoooooooow ;)

it was this year, i got dared to send a teacher an email..well lets just say it ended with a dirty pic and me NEARLY having federal charges pressed against me..it was the suickest thanksgiving ever!!!orange

What's the most embarrassing thing that happened to you within the last thirty days/ month.

I horribly mispronounced phenolphailin (sp.) in class. phenophlaling... :eek:

Probably yesterday...when I said something to my co-workers and thought that it was a new thing for them....

Though I do not re-start nursing school until Monday, I have already began lots and lots of reading (which, unfortunately, has subtracted much from my leisure reading). Anyway, going into the last year, we study several specialty fields of nursing, including OB/GYN (obstetrics and gynecology). I very often frequent a nearby coffeehouse, and sit in a relatively secluded area; and in any such textbook, of course, for the more visual learners, there appear seemingly explicit but also scientific pictures. What others judge does not really bother me, but an older woman passed me by the other day, looked into my textbook that I had set down on a small table in front of me while I took notes, looked at me, and shook her head.
I felt quite embarrassed, but, then again, she judged not knowing me as a nursing student. :blush:

mono that lady should have realized that it was a textbook. my husband is also a medical field major (physical therapy/atheletic trainer) so I have seen his human anatomy book which has those type of pictures too.

As for me I dont really get embarrassed much. I do however tend to mispronanciate(spelling?) words due to a slight speech problem.

i wrote this post because i already have a comic action happend with me and my cousin
you dont know how my face now is:blush: :blush:
originally, im a shy girl and what happend with me made my face blushing:blush: :blush: and also all my body began to quake:lol: :lol:
actually idont know what was wrong with me?:D
generally,my story began when i went to visit my uncle i didnt see him for along time so that you find us talking all the time
he told me that all his family went out(i didnt know where thery went) and he remained in the house
after talking and talking he told me that he will went to irrigate what he planted in the garden and said''if you want to come with me outside come and if you dont prefer that you can stay inside''
after that i remained
then i took my way to the upstairs and as you know that there is nobody except me and my uncle
i began to get in each room there (hahahaha i think that what will happen with me now i deserve it)
all of a sudden , my cousin entered his room while i was inside searching in his novels and books about a required novel
that time i didnt know what may i did:flare:
my face became reddish:blush:
and said ummmmmmummmmuuuum hi (i dont know what i may say)
and then said in a screaming voice where are you ? i was looking for you? and your father wanted you? (i asked him alot of ques.)
then i took a ction and got out
i hope that he did not ask his father if he really wanted him or not




waiting your reactions and another hobble actions you have faced:thumbs_up

that does sound pretty embarrassing.

here's my moment -- I turned in the wrong paper. In fact, I printed out a personal journal type essay to be read by no one else and handed that in to a professor for a class instead of the paper I wrote.

I am such a tard. Please kill me now. How did this happen?

I can beat that:

In high-school I took a class where I you learn photography and film production and that sort of thing. One of my assignments was to produce a stop-motion animation. The animation technique I used involved manipulating sand on an overhead projector and photographing the shadows it casts on the wall. For this, you need a darkened room and, as it happens, the doors of our darkened rooms lock so you can "work uninterupted". For the first week I had this assignment, I went into the room, turned out the lights and went to sleep. It was a fun class.

Now as it happens, I was in that class with a very attractive red-haired girl who (in this particular class anyway) shared my work ethic. One day, she decided that the best way to avoid our teacher was to join me in my darkened room. It is very important to picture this in your mind: we are two teenage high-school students sitting on a large desk side by side, talking shyly to one another in a darkened room. She slides a little closer. I put my arm around her and, in the process, knock my bag of sand on to the floor, spilling about four kilos of it all over the floor. She colapses laughing.

Ladies and gentlemen: Mr. Suave.