I think this must have happened in sixth grade. My mom and I went to pick up a pizza in a crowded mall. The pizza guy didn't hook up the box properly and as we were hurrying through the mall the side of the box came open and the pizza flew out and slid across the mall floor. I looked at the pizza, handed the box to my mom and quickly walked away. Mom, help!

Not junior-high, but I did have a pair of Jockey Silks panties stuck in the washer drain trap. Luckily, I was the one who got it out since I have the washer repair manual. I would have died of embarrassment if a tech found it. A pretty new pair, too. From then on I wash all my undies and socks in a mesh bag. I thought it was a myth that the washer "eats" your clothes, but clearly that is true.

D, so you left your mom all alone? lol. That reminds me when we had friends over for a bbq, it was us and two other couples. I was so happy one of the couples came because we'd never socialized before and I liked them.

We ate in the DR which at the time had carpet. I made a 7 layer dip, and as soon as I walked into the DR, the whole thing fell out of my hand and landed upside down on the carpet! Not one of my finer moments. :)

Gs, how do items get in the drain in the first place? Maybe I need to get my own repair manual just in case. lol.

About two months ago our washer was spazzing out, doing all sorts of strange things. The repairman found a ton of dry dog food somewhere inside that a mouse had been storing. I didn't feel too embarrassed, he said it's a common problem. But the funny part was after he left I did load of laundry. When it was time to spin, the machine made a strange noise and was acting weird again. Then all of a sudden, I could hear dog food spitting out of it, and the machine has worked smoothly ever since.

In my debut play in high school I decided to step out of the line at the wrong time. I blame it on just being me. :) I got the most blatant error award. Luckily I didn't chicken out and went on as a young adult to do more theatre work. I might do that again, be in plays I mean, not fall flat on my face again, IF I ever retire.

Oakley your mom just needed to buy you one of d_gw's mesh bags. :)

I don't know,; somehow through the rinse/drain process they must get into the hose.

After we had a repair where the tech did not seem to know what he was doing, I downloaded the repair manual from some site. I think it cost around $10. We no longer have an extended warranty on it, so we don't have to call a repair place. It has been helpful because I can troubleshoot the error codes. So, I've cleaned out the drain trap as I mentioned (also found some spare change) and also replaced the door lock assembly. There's a place not too far where I can get the parts. If something was really major, I'd call someone. Have no idea why I'm so mechanically inclined for the washer, LOL.

High school in the early 70s. I had just gotten my hair permed for the first time. Next day I went to high school in my cute dirndl skirt and peasant blouse, with my gold octagon glasses. Oh, I had orthodontia, too. Well, we started a swimming unit in gym that day. Yes, I swam in chlorinated water the day after a perm, and dried my hair under a hand dryer as we all did, but had no brush. I went through the next 4 hours looking like a granny on crack who'd stuck her finger in a light socket. And I had to give a presentation in English.

I made up for it two years later when I walked in to school with the braces off and new contacts in and the perm finally grown out and cut off.

In junior high, I had a major crush on a guy a year ahead of me. By ninth grade, he had gone on to high school. I was still in jr high and had to take Home Ec. and was required to sew a dress. Mine was hideous. It was a teeny floral pattern, with a fitted bodice, long sleeves, a crooked zipper and a full skirt. I looked like one of the Sister Wives. I was required to wear it to school one day. Well, who decides to come back to visit that day? Mr. Major Crush. Heart pounding, I went over to say hi. He took one look at me in that get-up, turned around, walked away and pretended he didn't know me. I was mortified!! That dress went directly into the rag bag.

Wonder what became of him? I will have to dig out an old yearbook to even remember his name.

I have so many embarrassing stories... not all of them PG.

I was just relaying to a friend how the day I got my driver's license, I drove my very cool 1969 mustang convertible to pick up my brother after a football game. He was a year younger than I was but he played football with all the guys from my class. I pulled too close into the curb, sideswiping the "No Parking" sign and scraped the whole side of the car... just as the team walked out the door. I was horrified and in tears (partially from embarrassment, partially because I'd have to go home and tell me dad!) .. the football players stopped and applauded me. I knew every one of them! I wanted to curl up and die!

My friend Carleen and I were cut ups and I don't know how our high school PE teacher made it thru the year with us in his class.

One day we were out on the tennis courts and because there were only two, we had to take turns at the net. Carleen and I were bored and we found a stool lying next to one of the portable class rooms. We set it up and she sat on it and I stood next to her. We decided we were Frank Sinatra and Mike Douglas, I was Mike interviewing her and then we decided we would sing a duet.

So we start singing My Way at the top of our lungs, our eyes were closed, we were swaying back and forth and just as we finished up the grand finale a guy came out of one of the classrooms (we thought they were empty) and started tossing pennies at us as the room applauded.

The next day our PE teacher changed that weeks segment-we were far away from the portable classrooms after that.

Ok, who peed in her pants from laughing so hard?

I did, Westsider! My eyes got big while reading about Funky and her car.

This is both embarrassing and one of the best times I had in Jr. High. We had study hall, and it was held in the auditorium, with a stage. A lot of people in there.

Well, I was a chatty cathy along with many other girls, and Coach had had enough of our talking. One by one we were sent sent to stand on the stage in silence when caught talking. Of course I ended up there. Once we got a whole row of us, we did the Can-can! lol Coach wasn't amused (he really was, he was cool), so when the bell rang we took the steps off the stage one by one with Coach standing at the bottom of them with paddle in hand. We each got a big swipe on the bottom!

Oakley - I'm surprised you allowed your mother to continue living, LOL!!

Westsider, I have enjoyed these stories.

The one thing I can remember is in my last semester of my senior year. All of us who were involved were the 'good girls' who rarely got in trouble. Good grades, minded our parents and our manners. Or we didn't get caught anyway. We were excused and allowed to go to Good Friday services that morning at church. After services, we decided we were out so we should just go to the local drive-in place and grab lunch, so we did.

Our principal was friends with all our families, so one of the Mom's and he decided to play a little joke (we found out later). When we got back to school he told us we were all in trouble for going to lunch and not returning to school, and that our graduation was on hold. He let us sweat it out for 24 hours, called us into his office, and told us he had thought about it and we would be allowed to graduate after all since we were one-time offenders. We found out later my friend's mother (and all the other Mom's) had a big laugh over it all.

Yours are all so funny! Mine, not so much. In 10th grade I came down with some nasty stomach flu while at school . Mainly nausea with impending vomiting. I went to the school nurse who wanted to send me right home. But, my mom was off running errands and not at home when she called. So, to probably get me out of her office before I hurled, she grabbed some guy from my class who had a car to drive me home. He was a major car guy, and I prayed all the way home I wouldn't vomit all over his prize possession. I didn't, thank goodness, and never thought much about him or it again . . . until our 10 year class reunion, years later. He confessed, while we were dancing, that he'd had a huge crush on me all those years. I had no clue! All I could remember was that I was very, very grateful for the ride home, and that I hadn't upchucked all over his "baby". He was a very quiet in high school, cute, and nice . . . and the first one of us to become a millionaire after high school. No, I never did date him, before or after, but it has always made me compare him to that guy in "Romy and Michelle's High School Class Reunion ". And, that it's those quiet guys who seem to come out ahead in the end.

I went to school through 7th grade in a small town 7-12 high school. We had lockers but they weren't locked. When you got to school in the morning everyone has to wait around in the common area before they let you up on the floors where the lockers and classrooms were. So sometime during 7th grade we all traipse up to our lockers in the morning and I open mine to find a jock strap very securely taped inside my locker staring back at me at eye level. I was so mortified I slammed the door shut and hurried away. For weeks if not months I would sneak upstairs early in the morning to make sure there were no surprises in my locker.

I got kicked out of girl scouts while in junior high. I was a good kid, but a tomboy with an irreverent sense of humor and crazy don't-dare-me-anything attitude. One Summer my best friend, Barbie, and I found ourselves at girl scout camp for a week or so. There we all were, at a camp in the Michigan woods, on a beautiful lake . . . and what adventures were we having? We were learning how to make these stupid knit chains using yarn and empty thread spools, and singing stupid songs! I just knew that across the lake at the boy scout camp, they were doing fun camp things. Like learning how to identify animal prints and track them, building camp fires, and learning how to use a bow and arrows. So, I talked Barbie into sneaking over there with me with the serious intention of throwing ourselves at the mercy of the Boy Scout leader and begging him into letting us become honorary Boy Scouts and have some real adventures. Obviously, he was not in the mood to cooperate, and called over our girl scout leader. Barbie and I were summarily sent home . . . dishonered but very relieved to be done with it all. I was NOT girl scout material! BTW, Barbie is the friend who I later talked into skipping church with me one February Sunday morning and trying to float across our town's skating pond on an "iceberg" using an old fence post as a pole. We didnt get very far, and you can probably imagine how that ended! Thank goodness the pond was only 2 feet deep!

Outside, I would have been livid! I can only imagine the stress you were having.

3Katz, that would be like a horror film for me. Did you ever find out who did it?

Lynn, when I was in 7th grade in the auditorium watching a play I suddenly had to throw up and got up and ran outside, and did it all over the pretty flowers in front of the entrance. A teacher followed me outside to see what was wrong, she called my mom, and after I got home I started my period for the first time. :)

I quit GS's when we had to learn to sew. I had better things to do with my time. lol.

Have you ever heard of Camp Scott? I went there a few times, the boys were across from us also, and in 1977 someone killed three little girls and it's been closed since.

Camp Scott Murders

Lynn, you sound a bit like me when I was in 6th grade. I was a tomboy, and someone had brought a snake to school for 'show and tell'.

Now, I have never been a snake fan, but at lunch time out on the playground, he said that he was going to release the snake from the box he had it in, and whoever caught it could keep it. I don't recall any other girls in the crowd, but guess who caught it? I think my fear was overcome by wanting to show the boys that I was as 'cool' as they were. I brought it home on the bus, let it go in my yard, and as soon as it was loose in the grass, I was scared to death of it!

I also bailed out of Brownies, and didn't want to become a Girl Scout, when at one of our Brownie meetings, we spent over an hour being taught how to prepare a potato for baking - just the PREP! That was enough for me.

I was kicked out of GS also.. I don't remember the reason/story but I was also one looking for an adventure and with an irreverent sense of humor!

I was not kicked out of CCD but I was excused from mass more than once for talking to the boys.

Oakley, the story of those murders is just awful. Glad it wasn't you. My sister went to GS camp, but I went to regular overnight camps. No one was murdered.

Oakley, you and I would have been big, I mean BIG, trouble, had we been on the same continent, at the same time. But I am a generation or two ahead of you. We would have had soooo much fun. Capital t for trouble. Us .

On my headstone, it says, "all she wanted was a Good time". Sick. Nothin about noble.

My other relatives can claim noble. Me, a good time.

and no, I am not scum, hardly.

Loon, that's hilarious! So did you get nekkid for the boy? :)

West, I was always in some kind of mess! I lived up the street a few blocks in Jr. High. Me, along with two other girls, decided to skip school between classes one morning. First time I ever tried it. The three of us took off running up the alley because we didn't want to be seen on the sidewalk, and after an hour or so the phone rang at home. It was the secretary at school asking why I left. I told her I got sick and had to leave. She said, "With the two other girls? I saw you all run up the alley from my office window." Uh oh.

Here's my next and last attempt to skip school, and this got pretty darn serious too. High school. Two of my friends who were mostly acquaintances, decided they were going to skip classes and go to the lake. They asked me, Miss Follower, if I wanted to go. Sure I did!

On the way they picked up THREE six packs of beer. I had tasted beer before but didn't like it. We got there and the two girls drank almost all of it. I didn't have a drop. Somehow one of them drove us back to school. This was before drunk driving became a thing. We all went to our various classes, and I didn't see them the rest of the day.

That afternoon the Vice Principal came to my house to question me about what happened. What? We just skipped school is all. He asked my mom if he could take me to the Superintendent's office down town. By then I was shaking. I told them the God's honest truth but left out the beer. They told me the other two girls were so drunk at school they were falling down. lol. That's when I said there was beer. Thankfully they believed me when I said I didn't like beer. I didn't get into any trouble except being told not to do it again. The other two girls were suspended from school for three weeks! Wow. The V.P didn't rat me out, thank goodness.

But here's the catch, I met up with one of them on facebook a few years ago and we emailed with each other catching up on our lives. Somehow the lake incident came up, and she said "I've always wondered who told on us." I played dumb as a rock. To this day I wonder if she found out it was me.

LynnNM, I made those stupid knit chains on spools with nails in them for ever in Girl Scouts--in the Chicago area. Why? We never did anything with them, just made endless chains.

We also made endless gum wrapper chains in high school. Why? I have no idea, but we evidently ate a whole lot of gum.

Before prom, a couple of my close friends and I skipped school to sunbathe. One of the friends had a large rooftop patio off her parents bedroom which is where we opted to sunbathe.. I was the bold one who decided I couldn't have tan lines. Friend's dad came home early from work and was changing to go play golf.. and walked out to find 1. us skipping school.. and 2. me topless! It took a lonnnnnng time to live that one down!

Funky, I don't think I'd ever get over that memory! lol

Eld's topic about having age spots frozen brought back another embarrassing moment. I was only in my 30's and saw a light brownish spot above my temple and it scared me because of all the sun bathing I did.

I went to a well known dermatologist and he took one look at it and then congratulated me on getting my first age spot! :)

Friend of mine's parents lived in a condo in a new development. That was kind of exotic for me. It was all white inside: white shag carpeting, white furniture, white walls. Once, her parents were gone and she had us over. We (4 high school girls) decided to streak--that is, run around outside naked, which was briefly all the rage at that time. So we did; we ran in a mad streak in our birthday suits outside the new condos for about 5 minutes. We ran laughing and huffing and puffing back into the condo, only to realize we our feet were heavy with wet mud and clay on the pristine white shag carpeting. We spent the next hours attempting to clean it with little success, and had to face the music once the parents came home...

I was 14 or 15 years old and young and naïve. I used tampons and horror of all horrors, the string broke. I was worried and embarrassed and told my mother that I would have to go to the doctor to have it removed. She looked at me and said "You can get it out". I went upstairs to my bedroom and who knew, you could get your whole hand up there. Boy was I sweating after I did it.

As a 13 yr. old brand new freshman, my best friend and I, thinking we were cool, decided to skip our first chemistry lab of the year. We had to make up the lab during lunch. During the lab, my friend stood there, mouth agape, pointing at me. I said "what's wrong? Spit it out!" At this point, the chemistry teacher ran across the room and frantically started beating me on the head. I've never seen a teacher move so fast. It is then that I realized I had caught my hair on fire in the Bunsen burner! My coolness rapidly dissipated. I was mortified. This was not how I wanted my first week of high school to go. My eyebrows were singed and my hair burnt. It smelled. I think I had to have it cut. I had been putting a product in my hair to lighten it and I think it made it very flammable. My best friend SWORE not to tell anyone. The next day, I walk into school and the first thing I heard out of someone's mouth, nonchalantly, was "Hi Torch!" And that was my nick name for the next year, to occasionally resurface throughout high school.

This same best friend and I were taking advanced placement English. We had to memorize a sonnet and repeat it in front of the class. My friend volunteered to go first. I was sitting in the back of the class. I thought it would be funny to hold a sign up while she recited her sonnet. It said "YOU HAVE SOMETHING HANGING OUT OF YOUR NOSE." She stopped dead in the middle of her sonnet and said "What are you doing?" All eyes turned to me holding that sign. I wanted to crawl under my desk. That one sure backfired!

Then there was the time I passed a note to a friend that said I'M BORED. The teacher intercepted the note. "You're bored, huh?" He said and proceeded to pull my desk and chair with ME in it all around the room, out the door and into the hallway, around the hallway and then back into it's spot, while the whole class watched wide eyed. "Are you still bored?" He asked me. I couldnt even answer.

And then there was the time in seventh grade as an 11 yr. old that i had to bake something for English class and read the recipe out loud. I wanted to make M and M cookies. My mother refused to help (she was not the best mother, to be honest.). I tried to make them myself. But I believe I mixed up baking soda and flour. The cookies finished and looked yummy, sprinkled with bright M and M's. But they tasted like soap. I was in tears all night and dreading school the next day. I got up in front of the class and read my recipe and passed the cookies out. The kids eagerly reached for the cookies. I really hoped that a miracle would happen. But no, it was pretty sad to see the whole class gagging and spitting out the cookies.

LOL I forgot about this one! My father owned a condo at a ski resort. I decided that it would be fun for my friends and I to go up to the condo for the weekend, do some skiing (and some drinking). I snuck the key to the condo off my father's key ring, had it copied, and then put it back on the next night. He never knew my plans. I was 14 and couldnt drive. I think about 4 or 5 of us took a bus up to the ski resort. After skiing all day, we found the condo and were relaxing exhausted in the living room, when I heard a key in the lock! It turned out my father had rented the condo out! I was so embarrassed. The guy was very cool and never told on us. We ended up calling a boy's father to pick us all up, but while waiting in front of the resort, his skis were stolen. The whole hour drive back home (at 1 AM), we had to listen to his father cussing him out for losing the skis and coming out to pick us up. It was a disaster! Luckily, my friends never held it against me.

Last one- I had a SUPERB physics teacher in Physics. His name is Mr. Ennis. He was probably honestly the best teacher I have ever had. When it was my little brother's turn for physics, I told him that his name was pronounced Mr. ANUS and not to mess it up. LOL Well I guess that is what he did because he ended up at the principal's office on the first day. He was furious with me.

Rockybird, you win!!! All your stories were great.. but I actually laughed aloud at the last one!!

rockybird, you were Trouble (that's with a capital T)!

Another time, my father took me out to eat. I got a salad at the salad bar. I came back to the booth and my dad had the newspaper open in front of his face, so I started eating. After awhile, I said "Geez that's rude!" Well, the newspaper came down and it wasnt my father! It was another man and he was just as surprised to see me sitting there eating at his table! My dad was in the next booth over. He gave me a big grin and a little wave. He had been watching all along!

My brother and I were at a restaurant...I decided to play a joke on the waitress. We were in an empty restaurant and the only customer. Every time she left us, we would move to another booth in the row, with all the utensils, etc. When she would come back, we would act like nothing had happened. Well, she was onto us, and asked "are you having fun?" Sarcastically. I never went back again.

And I dont know how many times I walked around school all day with a dryer sheet stuck to my back.

Raising hand wildly! It wasn't in high school, but it does involve a dryer sheet...

I have a wonderful ex-hubby. When we amicably divorced in 1997, we used the same lawyer, took nothing from each other, drove to the courthouse together, and he helped me put up my Christmas tree when we got back to my house.

I had never been to court for ANYTHING, not even jury duty then, on the day we had to appear for the divorce. So, as a younger rube, when I saw all the TV cameras, reporters, police etc outside the entrance, I had no idea that it wasn't normal. I was nicely dressed in slacks and a wool blazer, and tried to act as if I was Ms.Cool in light of all that as we headed into the building.

We walked to the security guards doing the metal detector checks and asked where we should go for the divorce hearings. They said '3rd floor' and pointed to the stairs and said that he recommended taking them, as the place was wild that day due to the murder trial!

As we headed up the stairs, I was a step ahead of hubby, who said, 'Wait a minute; you have something coming out your pant leg.' WHAT??!! I looked down and grabbed the dryer sheet, looking for all the world like I had toilet paper stuck to my shoe!

We both started to laugh and we couldn't stop. I'm sure part of this was nerves, and part realizing that I had walked past a phalanx of police, reporters and cameramen, looking like I was dragging a piece of TP.

We made it into the courtroom, still shaking with laughter but trying to keep it quiet. We sat down, and our lawyer came in and sat behind us. Our shoulders were shaking, and we had tears running down our faces due to the laughing. All of the other soon-to-be divorced people looked at us, wondering WHAT the heck was going on. Out lawyer tapped our shoulders and told us we had to get it under control.

The judge came in, and we did our best. When our turn came, the judge asked if we were SURE that we wanted to get divorced, as we seemed to be getting along GREAT. We said yes, and he made it so, and we really let go when we got out of the building.

This is the trial that was happening while we were in court that day. It had been the talk of the town, but we had missed that it was starting the day we were due to appear before the judge. Man Acquitted of Triple Murder