tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post1857501882496296455..comments2024-01-01T14:26:02.052-08:00Comments on The Question of the Day: Question of the Day #30Suzanne Casamentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08306151428658707692noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-64306476943152405552008-12-05T19:34:00.000-08:002008-12-05T19:34:00.000-08:00Holy crap! My story is strangely similar!7th grad...Holy crap! My story is strangely similar!<BR/><BR/>7th grade. Mr. Costa's math class. I was sitting in the back row, right in front of the ol' in-the-wall crank pencil sharpener. I clearly remember thinking, hey, I can sharpen my pencil without even standing up. Yup. I leaned back in one of those plastic chairs with metal legs, contorting myself in an effort to fit my pencil into the little hole. Reaching, reaching and boom! The chair slipped out from under me, slamming my head on the floor. All I saw was Mr. Costa's big, red face standing over me screaming "what it the matter with you?" <BR/><BR/>What's up with these unruly chairs in math?! <BR/><BR/>I'm sure there are many more embarrassing moments but I do a pretty good job at blocking them out.lisa dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17499149424402832171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-45728675495981549632008-12-05T16:30:00.000-08:002008-12-05T16:30:00.000-08:00There are so many. How to choose just one? Your st...There are so many. How to choose just one? Your story reminded me of an incident in photography class. There were these two guys who were somewhat effeminate. In what I imagine was an effort to divert attention away from themselves they would often harass me and point out reasons why they thought I was a lesbian. On this particular occasion we were in the darkroom and one of them said it was because my hand smelled like fish. Later back in the classroom the other took a yard stick and jabbed me in the breast for reason's I must have blocked out. I turned it around though and threw a chair at him. I ran out of class right after. The great part was that I never did get in trouble for throwing the chair. I think the teacher must have realized what jack asses they were.sudabakihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01548980335470490884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-65684191160876859362008-12-05T13:20:00.000-08:002008-12-05T13:20:00.000-08:00Even though only one person saw this, I was beyond...Even though only one person saw this, I was beyond mortified, so here you go...<BR/><BR/>At a concert, I walked out of a bathroom stall with the back of my skirt caught up in my waistband, so it looked fine from the front but my backside was completely visible (and I mean completely, since I was wearing sheer tights with no underwear) from the rear. Luckily, this really hardcore-looking girl who was washing her hands when I came out of the stall told me, so I didn't leave the restroom totally exposed. Embarrassing enough that she saw (especially since my rear end isn't a pretty sight), but the horror of the situation's potential still has me cringing inside.Ara Burklundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03449683179737319913noreply@blogger.com