Winthrop U Students Share Their Most Embarrassing Stories

During freshman year of high school, it was lunchtime and I wanted to get in line for food fast. I didn’t notice there was some spilled juice on the floor until I slipped on it, face-planted on the floor, while my phone slid halfway across the room. what makes it worse is that there was a table of girls beside me that saw the whole thing and just started laughing at me. since they didn’t ask I just got up and was like “I’m fine! 😃”

One time in 6th grade I was trying to adjust a music stand and it was jammed. It finally released and sliced the bridge of my nose. I wanted to pretend it didn’t happen, so I walked outside to meet my class without realizing that I was bleeding everywhere and they were all freaking out. Then I had to wear a Band-Aid across my face for the rest of the day.

When I was in my freshman year of high school, I was in a trio friend group (yikes). One of the girls was the more “popular” one of the group one day or lunch, I was going to sit next to her after getting my food. So, I get my food and head back to the table, finding my seat next to her. All of a sudden, the third girl in our friend group came up and started to push me out of the seat – all because she wanted to sit next to her instead. I held my ground at first, but then I gave in, and push came to shove (literally), and I fell right out of the seat… onto the floor… in front of everybody. So much for the first impression as a freshman.

I went out to eat one time with my mom, and the waiter was a guy from [school]. My mom kept telling him I thought he was cute and that I wanted to go on a date. Thanks, mom!

Readers: do you think they got the date?

I was coming back from DiGS one night and returning to my room in Phelps. I had to pee INCREDIBLY bad. As I got closer to Phelps, I just couldn’t hold it anymore. I peed on myself. Not of my own volition of course. Luckily, I had my jacket to cover the wet part of my pants and I used my hand to press my stomach hard to stop the peeing. Moral of the story: if you got to go, you got to go.

When I was in second grade, I was having trouble opening my ketchup packet at lunch. I was grumpy, hungry, and sick of the dang thing not opening, so I just squeezed it hard. Immediately I regretted what I had done because I got ketchup all over my face and glasses. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t even look up, I just used those cheap brown napkins to wipe it off. Somehow, nobody even noticed. I don’t like ketchup anymore.

As a young child, I was in an after-care program with other children of all ages, most of whom were older than I was (I was preschool age). One day at lunchtime, two of the older kids started verbally fighting with each other over who knows what. All of a sudden, one of them went to splash the other with their cup of milk… but they dodged it. Where did the milk land, you ask? On me. On my face. I had to go to the bathroom and wash it off all alone.