Oh, lordy. I'm full of these, I'm sure.
But I'm also really, really good at blocking out bad memories. So I'll give you a few short-and-sweets:
1. When I was new on the job as an RA, I really liked a boy I worked with (sorry boyfriend, you were just an itty bitty freshman then). At lunch one day with him, another male RA and a female RA, I mentioned that when I'm angry, I'm a yeller. I fully missed the sexual connotations this carried. (Like when Sar mentioned calling someone jokingly a "fb" and I had to ask what that meant...) The boys did not. And oooh, did they laugh.
|Me and Meleah somewhere around the time of story #2|
3. When I was in second grade, at my softball game, I was super excited that my student teacher came to watch. I was in right field (that's the one behind first base, right? help a girl out. Layne? Cassy?). I was not the most stellar concentrate-r. I happened to like dancing. So I started dancing. The ball wasn't coming out there anyway. And then I looked up and the inning had changed and all my teammates were running in to the dugout. And I was dancing alone in the outfield.
Obviously I'm just a danger to myself. And also, boys are mean.
I would say I can't wait to read everyone else's, but I'm one of those people who feels everyone's pain. I can barely watch A Christmas Story. It hurts too much. So I'll read, but I'll probably be cringing the whole time...
Anyone else out there been caught dancing all alone?