I don't think I ever disliked any of my teachers in elementary school, well at least through the 5th grade. And 3rd grade was no different, Ms. B was an awesome teacher. This year I remember reading lots of books in class, sitting around her on our brightly colored carpet. I always thought she was so pretty and I wished I could be as pretty as she was.
The biggest moment though I will always remember from this year was one of my first truly embarrassing experiences. I am sure I occasionally suffered from embarrassment earlier in life then 3rd grade, but I believe this marked the beginning of me becoming the self conscious person I am today. It may seem minor now, but I was so mortified at the time. As class let out one day, Ms. B had us all get our stuff from our lock less lockers out in the hall. I quickly threw my back pack on and went to give my wonderful teacher the routine hug goodbye, especially on a Friday when it would mean an extended absence from school, my teacher and my friends. Not that I didn't love being at home with my family, but I liked school with my friends even more. As I reached up to wrap my short arms around her neck, I instinctively went to give her a kiss, just as I would to my grandma or mom, and said "I love you mom!" Instantly I realized my slip, in both the kiss goodbye and the words I had just said to her. I could feel the rush of blood to my cheeks as I turned as red as a tomato. Then the tears began to well up in my eyes, my big, blue, sad eyes. And all of the sudden, I could not possibly get to the bus quick enough. I wanted to run and get as far away from my embarrassment as possible. I never wanted to show my face in her class again!
I don't even remember anything happening during that weekend, I was too embarrassed and I couldn't even tell anyone. I wasn't close to my sisters, and I didn't want to tell my mom or grandma because I thought I would get in trouble or it would hurt their feelings somehow. I could think of nothing else. And as it seems to usually happen when a moment is approaching that you are dreading, time passed insanely fast, and it was Monday morning again. I had to face the one person who had witnessed the most embarrassing moment of my young life. I went into class, pretending everything was normal, and much to my surprise it was! Ms. B didn't say anything to me, or treat me any differently then the kind way she always had. This moment I had been dreading and getting sick just thinking about was over and didn't mean a thing!
Of course though I remember it as my first mortifying experience, it certainly was not, and would not be my last by far. Little did I know I would have many more, even some much more public, embarrassing moments. If I had, I never would've stressed over a little slip of the tongue.
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