I know you've all played the "Whoever has the most embarrassing story wins the brownie!" game, but you've always played it with your friends and there was always a good chance that one of the friends present was also present at your most embarrassing moment, so you couldn't juice it up. Well here's your chance to play the game on a world-wide scale and nobody has to know who you are! You can exaggerate to the limit!

Okay, I'll start. I was taking our state's standardized test for educational progress that we take every so many years until we graduate. I was doing great. My confidence level was at its highest peak. I was finishing the sections before everyone else. However, when I came to a certain english section, it seemed to be taking me longer than everyone else. I didn't know why, but I kept on chugging until I finished.

Then, I opened the booklet to the designated page and sat back in my seat. The others around me seemed to have finished as well. However, I was confused when I saw that they were opened to a different page. I said, "You're on the wrong page." They looked at mine and said the words that sent fear down my spine: "No, you're on the wrong page!" I'd worked ahead.

I started to sweat. I didn't know what to do, so I just kept it cool and hoped that the supervisor wouldn't notice so I could pretend to be taking the test when we started the next section. However, the supervisor decided to pass my desk and I sat dead still and didn't make eye contact. Then I heard him say, "You're on the wrong page." He picked up my booklet and flipped through it, then said, "Come with me." The words of death had been spoken. I followed him with my head down. I knew that all eyes were on me. I knew that by the next day everyone I knew would have heard the gossip.

We came to a woman's office and she interrogated me. My life flashed before my eyes. Fortunately, when I was done, the woman said that she thought I was sincere (I was sobbing), so she'd let me retake that section of the test the following year. So I did, and all was fine.

Anyway, you may not think that's so bad, but you're probably an adult who'd forget it the next day. But that was by far the worst day of a short, quiet, sweet, and insecure teenager who's picked on every day anyway. I even wrote a college english paper about that moment because I remember it so well.

So, I've shared mine. Now it's your turn. Just post it as a comment. Then you can come back and read all the crazy stories that my other devoted readers have to tell.