The most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me....

Every now and again things happen to you that you wish never had. You wish no one would ever find out. You do your best to roll up into a ball, and make yourself so tiny that the world just forgets you are there. Well, I don't know how many times that has happened to me. But here's the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. It was 5th grade. You see, when I was growing up, I was poor. My mom made my clothes. Yet they found some way to send me to a private grade school for 9 years. Well back to my story. I was a slob. I didn't tuck in my shirt, I wore shoes that were old and worn out. They were Sambas. Sambas have two roles in life. One to save moms money, and the other is so old soccor dudes who still have mullets have something to keep them in touch with soccor. My sambas had a third role. They had the unique ability to store mud in the treads. As I mentioned I was a slob. I ran through the small amount of mud that we had right off of the school parking lot...(the parking lot was our playground). So after recess we went back to class. The mud in the tread of my shoes decided it didn't want to be mud anymore...it wanted to be caked clumps of dirt. It also wanted to fall out of the tread and all over the floor in the front of the class. I didn't notice...and why would I have cared, it was just dirt. Well Ms. Wolfe noticed. She was a bitch. She went on a rant that seemed like forever but was actually only a minute or two about what a slob I was, how stupid I was, and the like. She gets paid to grow the youth. She cut me down. She made me resent the school. I had to go get a broom and clean the entire classroom because she said I was a slob and was going to be a janitor when I grew up. All of the kids who didn't like me anyways, just laughed and laughed at me...I felt like Jeremy in the Pearl Jam video before she shot everyone. Now I didn't understand suicide at the time, but I did understand that I wanted to kill her, if I only knew what killing was. I wanted to be any place other then where I was. I wanted to run away, my life was over.
That was the most embarrassing thing I can remember. But it was nothing. How did that event impact the world? It didn't. It was nothing that I should have cared about. But I did. Looking back, its easy to laugh. You all are disappointed by taking the time to read this post. You thought you'd get something juicy...perhaps involving me, a blonde, a crockpot, and hot sauce. No such luck. The things that embarass us are often so insignificant that noone else realizes how we feel. Everything passes.