At least once in our lifetime, we will experience an extremely embarrassing moment that fights to stay glued to our memory, no matter how hard we try to forget it. I am no exception, as I have had my fair share of such moments. However, the one that has stayed with me for the longest time happened during my last year in primary school.
That day, my classmates and I were all out on the field for break time. The boys were playing football, while the girls played an old game called “ten ten.” I enjoyed being in both circles, so I started by playing with my girlfriends before joining the boys for football.
I was brought in as a substitute and that turned out to be a great decision because I played really well. At some point, I tackled one of my opponents smoothly, and everyone started cheering me on and teasing the boy I had blocked from touching the ball.
I enjoyed the praises just as much as I enjoyed the game itself. The match eventually ended in a draw, and when we heard that our P.E. teacher would not be coming to teach during his period, we stayed back on the field, laughing and chatting about the game.
Unfortunately for us, our teacher surprised us with his presence. Apparently, he had finished whatever made him cancel the class in the first place or maybe the announcement was just a trick to catch those of us who don't leave the field after break time. The moment we saw him, we all took off and ran so fast, so he would not reach the class before us. While running, I collided with a boy from another arm of my class, and our faces hit each other. It was painful, but we both managed to run off to our respective classes after saying a quick sorry to each other.
When I got to my classroom, I realized that all the girls were already seated, and I was the only one who was outside with the boys. That alone felt awkward. To make matters worse, our teacher had already spotted us on the field, so getting to class early did not save anyone. He called us out in front of the class and gave us a few strokes of cane. It was my first time being flogged in school, in the presence of an entire class, and I was deeply embarrassed. I cried as I returned to my seat, thinking that was the end of it.
Unfortunately, it was not. As he started teaching, I began to hear whispers around the class that I had locked lips with a boy while running. One of my friends even came to confirm the rumor that was spreading, and that made me feel more ashamed of the situation. Throughout the lesson, I could sense my classmates looking at me, and it made me extremely uncomfortable.
Eventually, I gathered a few of my friends and explained what truly happened. Thankfully, they were more outspoken than I was. They told the class the truth and asked everyone to stop making fun of the situation. I was relieved to have people who believed me, but that did not immediately erase the embarrassment I felt. In fact, the feeling lingered for days and only faded after the week had ended. It was such a difficult experience, and till today, I still count it as one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
This blog post is a response to the Hive Student's weekly prompt, which you can find here.
All images used in this post are mine. When they're not, I make sure to credit the source.
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