My Most Embarrassing Moment

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My Most Embarrassing Moment

Some things are easier to remember, than to forget. I can remember my most embarrassing moment as if it happened yesterday. I’ve tried to forget about this moment all my life, but it just never goes away. I can think back to that day and just laugh. I was nine years old, and I was attending elementary school. I was starting my fourth grade year with no friends. I was a quiet and shy person, so I never hung out with the other kids. After a few months I manage to make friends and wasn’t so shy anymore, until one day.

It was Monday December 10, 1999. Like any other day I got up and ready for school. I notice that it was very cold outside, so I asked my mom to drop me off at school. On my arrival, I immediately entered the school and went downstairs to the cafeteria, where I met with some of my classmates. Time passed by and the first bell ran and everyone including myself started heading upstairs to homeroom. My homeroom was on the 4th floor. I used to hate this because by the time I would get to the 4th floor, I would be tired and running out of breath. While trying to my catch breath, I had to walk all the way down this long hallway, just to get to my classroom, which was room 313. I finally got there, and immediately went inside the classroom, and said “hi” to my teacher Miss. Fitzgerald. I sat down in my assign seat, which was the first seat on the second row.

As we were waiting for the rest of the class to come in, my friend Raul, who was sitting behind me said “hi.” He usually didn’t talk to me, because I was too shy. And I didn’t talk to him, because he was consider the cutes boy in my class, who every girl used to like. But to me he was just like any other boy who pretended to be a young Justin Timberlake, but with no fame. We exchanged a few words and then the teacher begun to lecture. Hours when by and it was finally time for lunch. After forming a line, we started to go downstairs to the cafeteria. As we went down, I...
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