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Embaressing

By | September 2011
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My Most Embarrassing Moment
Some things are easier to remember, and some are easier to forget. I can remember my most embarrassing moment as if it happened yesterday. I've tried, over the years, to forget this moment, but it just never seems to go away. As I've gotten older, I can think back to that day and just laugh. I was 12 years old when my family and I moved to a new neighborhood. I was starting my 6th grade year in a new school, with new people and no friends. I was a quiet and shy person, so I never hung out with the other neighborhood kids. Before school had started, I had met a few people whom we

My hair was styled like the 3rd or 4th graders at that school. Needless to say, I never had any female friends that school year.

From that point on, I never let my mom do my hair anymore. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to cry! It didn't help much that the teacher made me sit in front of the classroom where everyone could see me.

Everyday of my life, my mom had always combed and styled my hair. As much as I tried, no one wanted to talk to me. She did my hair in my regular hairstyle, 5 ponytails with the barrettes on the end. For the first day of school, I asked my mom to do my hair that morning so it would look nice. Everyone stopped their conversation to turn and look at me. I eventually gave up on trying to make friends and kept to myself. All of the barrettes matched the color of the outfit I had on that day. She would usually do my hair the night before, and all I would have to do is tie my scarf around my hair. I became lucky when we moved into another neighborhood.

I arrived to school and went into my new classroom.
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