The first of many...

I am 22 years old and I am already filled with stories. Not just any stories either, mostly embarrassing ones. Not just the embarrassing stories where you spilled spaghetti sauce all over your white shirt, the types of stories that you read in magazines and laugh really hard at. Embarrassing things happen to me so often that I decided to start blogging about it(after encouragement from my friends of course). I have people constantly saying to me "How do these things happen to you ALL THE TIME?" So while you are bored at work and you want a good laugh come read my stories. I guarantee one of them will make you chuckle.

For the first story I will give you one of my favorites. It definitely makes the top 5 list of most embarrassing things that have ever happened to me. So this brings me back to high school. My high school was 3 grades, 10th, 11th and 12th. It was the beginning of my sophomore year and it was Spirit Week. If you were at all involved in extra-curricular activities in high school you know this was the most exciting week of the year. All the classes were competing against each other, you had a t-shirt for every day of the week and you had the pep rally and the homecoming game to attend and scream your head off at. This was a week of fun more than a week of learning. Spirits were high this week and school was booming with excitement. At this time I was running Cross Country and Track and I was on the schools dance team. So at the pep rally I was supposed to be front and center not only to be introduced with my team but to dance in front of the entire school of 2,000 students. It was pretty terrifying for a fresh and new sophomore student. Our gym was like any other gym where the seats were surrounding the basketball court. The Seniors had front row seats and the sophomores and juniors watched the show from the back. At the time I was dating a junior and I was eager to impress all of his upperclassmen friends. They all knew I was dancing so their eyes were on me along with both the junior and sophomore class. The pep rally came and we had practiced long hours that week to prepare for our performance. We went into the gym and took our places. Now remember the ENTIRE school was there, my face was towards the seniors and my back was towards the rest of the school. The music started. About 30 seconds into the dance I squatted down to do a certain move and I felt a rip. Oh yes, my pants had ripped. Not just a little rip either. A HUGE RIP, right down the center of my butt. I had normal undies on thank god but I was still basically mooning 2/3 of the entire school including my boyfriend and his friends. I pulled my shirt down and finished the dance. Lets just say I could hear the entire school laughing at me. I accepted it. I saw it as a hilarious moment in my life and moved on. But I was still haunted by it the next day. My chemistry teacher decided to acknowledge my presence by saying "did anyone go to the pep rally last night?! It was a PANT SPLITTING experience!!" I immediately shrunk down in my chair and decided to lay low for the rest of the day.