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Some things I've done that made me blush ...
Summer 1996, at a popular disco in Geneva, Switzerland, I fell on my butt while spinning around on the dance floor. I was completely sober, I swear. My only excuse might be that floor was slippery and my shoes had rather high heels.
During the spring break of my senior year of high school, I was invited to visit UNC (as were all people who had been admitted). There was a pool party for all of us "pre-frosh." As I dove into the pool, the top of my bikini came off. Most people were kind enough not to comment on it.
At the cafeteria last summer, while carrying a lunch tray, I very nearly tripped over a yellow sign which read "CAUTION!" Am I absentminded,or what?
In 9th grade, my literature class performed an act from Julius Caesar and I played Cassius (roles were assigned without regard to gender). Right before the performance, the teacher told me to try to use more hand gestures. I did as I was told. While spreading my arms to gesture "12 mighty eagles" I accidentally whacked Messala's face with the back of my hand. That made me giggle for the remainder of the act.
I was probably about 16 years old when I participated in a performance. I was still wearing the white dress I had performed in when a young man came up to me and said "You look beautiful tonight." We were outside and I thought he had said, "It's a beautiful night," so I responded "Yes, you are right." He thought I was very conceited.
I don't know why, I frequently forget to turn my car's headlights off. In the first summer that I owned my car, I had to have it jump-started three times (twice by UNC security) because I left my lights on all day. Strangers often point out to me as I leave my car that my lights are still on (this happened just yesterday after I was already inside a restaurant). There is one good side to this: I can easily tell which car is mine in the grocery store parking lot at night.
In my mid-teens, I was dropped twice on the ballroom floor while being dipped. I'm not particularly heavy, the guys were just dorks.
In kindergarten, my class once took a field trip to the park. It was a hot day and I noticed that many other students were taking off their shirts, so I took mine off too. Everyone started laughing at me. That was the day I learned that girls aren't supposed to take off their shirts in public.
I tend to become very involved in movies that I watch in the theater (if I mangage to stay awake, that is). I have been known to scream loudly during the scary parts, thereby embarrassing me and embarrassing (and often annoying) my date. Lately, I have become quite good at suppressing my screams (I still jump in my seat when I'm surprised, though).
I'm quite fond of superglue (no, not for its narcotic properties) and, evidently, it is quite fond of me as well because it always sticks to when I try to use it. Once last year I bent a tube of superglue a little too much after using it. It tore and released enough superglue to make the tube stick to my hand. I couldn't pull it off, so I tried (unsuccessfully) to use my roommate's fingernail polish remover to dissolve it. My roommate's boyfriend, commenting on the inefficiency of my superglue-removal methods, grabbed the tube and pulled as hard as he could. It came off (so did a little skin, but that was ok).
A couple days later, I tried to fix some plaster that had come loose from the wall. Of course I used superglue to fix it. And of course I glued a couple fingers to the wall. And, yes, the only way to detach my fingers from the wall was to remove the plaster too.
I'm sure I'll have more things to tell you about as I
break through the mental blocks that keep me from remembering the things
that I wanted so desperately to forget at the time!