Mortified Monday

Playing along with American in Norway, I'll present to you an embarrassing story from my past. Really, there are so many to chose from. I'm always doing something ditzy, or silly, or, well, embarrassing. Gotta keep my blog not-R rated, so that eliminates some of my stories. Plus, I know my mom is reading ;)

So, here it is, one of my many embarrassing moments:

Let me set the stage. I was in eleventh grade, kind of geeky, and sitting through Physics class. Our teacher was also the football coach. He got a phone call in the middle of class, and asked us, "Is anyone in [insert cute football star's name here]'s class next period?" Cute Football Star was...cute...a football star...and a senior.

What do I do, I mumble, in what I thought was under my breath, "I wish!"

Everyone heard it.

That's pretty embarrassing, right?

It gets worse.

My teacher thought it was so funny, he told Cute Football Star, and the rest of the football team who happened to be around, about it at practice that afternoon.

Yes, I got a little bit of teasing about that. And I blushed every time I saw Cute Football Star in the hall after that.

Okay, so that's not *too* mortifying, but it was pretty embarrassing at the time!

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