tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8532466010181355583.post5991189087855016057..comments2013-01-07T03:57:11.863-08:00Comments on The Drive: Blast from the Past - grade 7ishAmanda C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04309988844696581683noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8532466010181355583.post-38443074544090340342010-09-09T05:02:44.697-07:002010-09-09T05:02:44.697-07:00I think at some point all girls learn to check the...I think at some point all girls learn to check their backsides when leaving a bathroom! Embarassing then. funny now.Laura Paulinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06503090226508079501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8532466010181355583.post-57035823602329315522010-09-08T12:07:09.468-07:002010-09-08T12:07:09.468-07:00Haha oh no! Wardrobe malfunctions are the worst i...Haha oh no! Wardrobe malfunctions are the worst in middle and high school! :)<br /><br />For my next instalment of blast from the past, I am wracking my brain for a story that isn't about me being totally humiliated. I can't think of one. Or, at least, I can't think of any that aren't too scandalous to see the internet! :)Amanda C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04309988844696581683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8532466010181355583.post-65257567914693766202010-09-07T21:39:06.667-07:002010-09-07T21:39:06.667-07:00oh and I should add that the worst and biggest rip...oh and I should add that the worst and biggest rip was on my butt. Of course.Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03022815349809140110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8532466010181355583.post-5788077361180578332010-09-07T21:34:25.614-07:002010-09-07T21:34:25.614-07:00Oh no. I hope they didn't laugh at you! I'...Oh no. I hope they didn't laugh at you! I'll share one of mine. (I'm sure I have many but I think I've repressed a lot of my embarrassing stories.)<br /><br />I don't really remember how old I was. Probably a freshman in high school and I'd just gotten this neat new pair of pants from one of my sisters. I used to only, ever, wear jeans but they were cute so I figured I'd wear them. They were this shiny grey material that was slightly stretchy and kinda vinyl-y but not really. So I put on the pair of pants as I put on a another layer of self-consciousness since I was, decidedly, not wearing my normal type of clothes. (I think you may be able to see where this is going...) So I rushed out of my house, late again for the bus. I ran as fast as I could across the field, just making it in time as my dingy yellow bus turned the corner. I rode the bus to school while wondering what my friends would think of my new outfit.<br /><br /> I finally made it to my group of friend in the middle of the crowded cafeteria where we waited for the bell to ring. My friend J, came up to me as I headed for our table and greeted me, but as we walked back she noticed a small rip in my pants and pointed it out. I turned too look and heard her say my name with no small amount of shock in her voice. I turned back to her, fearing the worst. I looked over my pants and at all the seams the stretchy almost-like-vinyl material had ripped and pulled away from the seams. Thankfully, there was an under-layer of fabric so nothing was showing, but I still turned a perfect shade of red anyway. <br /><br />My awesome friend gave me her hoodie to wrap around my waist and we called my mom asking her to drop off a pair of pants in a bag for me at the office where I could get them. The bell rang and I walked super exceedingly self-consciously to my first class alone just waiting for the office to call me to pick up my bag. <br /><br />Unfortunately, the office never called. Instead, they sent someone down (a student aid probably) with a bag that looked like a sack lunch. They aid handed the bag to my teacher who stopped class to give it to me. My teacher--not knowing what was in the bag--said, "That looks like it's going to be a good lunch," because it was so filled looking. I nodded my assent and slunk into my seat farther after taking my bag and hastily shoving it into my backpack. After class, I rushed to the nearest bathroom to change and so ends my story...except now that I'm writing it I'm wondering if the student aid happened to peek in my bag when they brought it down. If so, he/she probably wondered why I needed a pair of pants. Oh humiliating stories. So, who else has one? ;)Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03022815349809140110noreply@blogger.com