What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever experienced?

1, in high school, I accidentally slipped on the stairs. The whole person lost his center of gravity and rushed to the front. There were just a few boys in front, and I died, with my face right on the ass of the boy in front. . . Most importantly, at the moment I fell down, I let out a loud cry: I didn't have time to shut up when I was lying in the trough, and then I actually chewed his ass. How strong is it? When I got up, my front teeth still hurt. . . That boy is probably stupid, too, covering his ass and looking back at me. . . Sorry about the explosion! ! Then it spread. For a long time, people pointed at me wherever I went at school. Look, that's the girl who bites someone's ass. . . Until now, high school reunion will still be laughed at.

2. One day, my boss (brother) and I exchanged daily sprays and turned on the voice. I was putting on my shoes and going to his house. It was inconvenient, so I put it on speaker. On the first day, I often hang a few obscene words. The most common thing is that I put Dingding (those three words are not harmonious) X (the sun) in your mouth. Unexpectedly, when the boss sprayed this sentence that day, my dad just came back, and then I suddenly realized that he seemed to hear this sentence, and immediately turned off the speaker and hung up the phone. However, my dad's eyes and demeanor were not normal at that time! Look at me with a subtle expression, as if you found out what a big secret I am. I think I may have to bear an extremely heavy burden from now on, and the boss may no longer be my brother in their eyes! At that time, my dad just took off his shoes and asked, is it the boss? If there's nothing else, pat me and leave. I smiled awkwardly and went to see him at night. My dad, turn around and ask, will he come back at night? I couldn't wait to jump out of the window at that time. What else can I talk about going to the boss? But I had to call him and tell him that I was not coming back. I just want to leave. But things are far from simple. My dad looked embarrassed, and I was a little flustered. At this time, he said, pay attention to safety and don't make trouble on others. . . . Make trouble. . . . Make trouble. . . . I was bombed at that time, and then I ran out and said loudly, okay, okay, I won't! ! ! When I got to the bottom of the building, I found that I might really be unable to wash it! ! !

3. High school math exam. I got the admission ticket before the exam and took a look at the seat number 1. I felt a lot colder and put it away directly. The exam is in my own school. When the teaching building is empty, I will find my own examination room around the teaching building layer by layer, and the order of examination rooms will be arranged online from the first floor. I searched the third floor and found only 17 examination room, but I found 18 examination room, and then I ran to the fourth floor with joy. I found the invigilator waiting for me at the entrance of Loudaokou, smiling. Before I could speak, the teacher asked if it was from 18 examination room, and I said yes. Glanced at my admission ticket and said, come on, you are alone in this room today-alone! ! Because I arrived early, there was still some time before the papers were handed out. Two invigilators came around to chat and asked me two questions: Who studied arts and sciences? Is it from our school? A: Theoretical research. It belongs to our school. (Because there were several poor school students in the same exam) Then the two teachers laughed. Everyone has seen the unpacking of the test paper bag, right? The teacher showed the unpacked things to the back wall of the classroom. Have you ever seen the teacher turn around and open it and smile at you? On the way to the exam, two invigilators sat behind me, and the other moved a stool and sat in front of me. From time to time, they stand up and chat together, and then sit back. The math exam is relatively watery, and it is basically finished when you can hand in the paper. Except for the last question, I really can't calm down and think about it (and you can't calm down), so I just want to hand in my papers and leave. Seeing that it was still early, the two teachers asked me to write it again for various reasons, but they just wouldn't accept it-they had to bite the bullet and pretend to check it several times. In the end, the teachers couldn't help it. When they saw that I hadn't finished writing the last question, they asked me: Did I get enough A? Me: That's enough. Teacher: Hand it in. Out of the examination room, I saw a patrol exam sitting in the corridor on the fourth floor (smiling). On the first floor, four people, three invigilators, a unlucky guy-

The story happened in a hot summer. My parents and I went to my grandmother's house. It was so hot that I asked my mother for some money and rushed to the store to buy ice cream. The shop is still a long way from grandma's house. The sun is so poisonous that people will catch fire. I leaned carefully against the wall, hid in the shade under the room and trotted to the store. Running and running, a few boards appeared under my feet, and I stepped on them at a glance, and then the whole person suddenly sank in. At that time, the whole person was stunned. Hey, what happened? Why are there so many flies around? What is that smell? When I reacted, I found that I don't know who fell into the toilet. Flies buzz around me, hovering over my head, smelling of shit all around, getting stronger and stronger in the hot air in summer, and feeling very hot. I propped up and climbed up from the shit hole, feeling like a radish just pulled out of the ground, still stained with fertilizer and soil. Then avoid people and run back to grandma's house with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

After I entered the yard, I was afraid to enter the house. I was afraid of getting dirty at home, so I desperately called my mother to let her out. My mother was shocked to see me when she came out. First she saw that I was covered with mud (stones), and then she smelled an unspeakable smell and asked me what was wrong. I told her that I was in a shit state of mind. I have to sigh the greatness of maternal love. After hearing this, my mother took me to take a shower to clean up, although she disliked me. On the other hand, my father laughs like a donkey with asthma. So, that afternoon became the deepest memory of my life. For example, the smell of shit, swarms of flies, taking a bath all afternoon, discarded clothes, mother's dirty eyes, father's laughter. Since then, every time I go to my grandmother's house and pass by that place, I feel resentful and grateful. I hate why this family built the shit pit so weakly, and I am grateful that the shit pit of these two people is not so deep that I will not become a ghost in the shit. Ten years have passed in an instant, and I have never mentioned it to anyone. Who can believe that a girl as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade once flew freely in shit?

When I was still studying, I liked to buy some fruits after lunch in the canteen and walk back to the dormitory while eating. At one time, three or four students bought sugar cane together, and the vomit bagasse was put in transparent plastic bags and then thrown into the trash can. There are shops in the school that also use this small plastic bag to sell popcorn one by one. A classmate who didn't eat together directly caught up with him from behind, snatched the small bag from one of his classmates, said "popcorn" in surprise, and grabbed a handful of bagasse and stuffed it into his mouth before anyone could speak. . . A similar situation happened to this classmate three times! ! ! Three times! ! ! Three times! ! !