I’ll go first:

First day of highschool, slipped and fell in a puddle of vomit, and some kids laughed. Sheepishly went to the bathroom and rinsed my uniform, and put it in my bag. Spent the rest of the day in gym clothes which I luckily had that day, still smelling like vomit though.

Good thing when you don’t know anyone yet is nobody remembers.

  • STUNT_GRANNY@lemmy.world
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    19 hours ago

    I wrote a poem for a girl once, back in high school. It was an angsty, acrostic rant about love and relationships and shit, where the first letter of every sentence spelled out “do you want to go to prom anyway”.

    I walked away while she read it, trying and failing to stay cool, but I was still within her eyesight when she finished and said no.

  • Cousin Mose@lemmy.hogru.ch
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    1 day ago

    My wife and I hosted a Christmas gathering at our place with a few friends as well as some acquaintances.

    We had organized Secret Santa and I was given someone but on the day of the event I thought that we had been tasked with giving gifts as couples — I thought my wife had chosen a gift but it turned out that I had just totally forgotten to buy one for the person I drew.

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      1 day ago

      “Aren’t you happy about the half-full roll of toilet paper secret Santa gave you? It was definitely very deliberate and though out…”

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    1 day ago

    I broke my nose wearing sunglasses in a night club, walking straight into a glass door. Not my proudest moment, but I can laugh about it now.

  • Call me Lenny/Leni@lemm.ee
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    1 day ago

    I was supposed to present in front of the class in the auditorium and my BF at the time was hospitalized. He was the popular guy and I wasn’t (and am still not) a popular student, so when I got done presenting, everyone started yelling questions which all amounted to “why couldn’t it be you”. I was so terrified I remember I froze up and yanked one of the curtains down in fear since there was no running. A teacher had to brush my curtain-huddled self off the stage while I cried.