I had a rough senior year of high school. My ~first love~ had broken up with me at the end of my junior year and I spent the summer sulking and dealing with unmedicated and thus unbridled bipolar disorder. I had alienated all of my old friends by the time school started again and in a desperate move to have people to…

After reading a bunch of these comments I realized there’s a huge need for a “I Deserve an Enormous Apology” Pissing Contest. Even better would be a follow up with the stories of anyone brave enough to send their story to their nemesis and the response they got.

She replied, helpfully, “Oh, maybe it had mold in it.”

My HS boyfriend’s Senior Prom, I was a junior. I wore a Jessica McClintock dress, very fashionable at the time. It was strapless black satin with a lined bodice, a semi-full skirt, and a bustle in the back. It was my first prom and we were madly in love, so I was really enjoying myself that night. Stretch limo, dinner…

This isn’t embarrassing for me, but more for the rest of the school.

I was homeless for the second half of 7th grade, and during that time I went to some weird, small school near where we stayed. I fit in okay there, I guess, better than at the school I went to before that, and I was excited about the graduation dance. I liked a boy with an Australian accent, and he was nice enough to…

I’m actually going to give you guys a nice story, but before I do, let me preface it by assuring you that as a closet case who was in the gifted program and suffered from a chronic illness that caused excessive sweating in a conservative, rural town, school was basically a horror show for me. So this was an anomaly.

Was dancing next to the prettiest girl in school, who had the loveliest waist-length blonde hair. She bends over, touches the floor, is doing her whole routine, I step left, trod on her hair in the dark of the gym, she goes to whip back up and is smacked straight onto the ground. Because I stood on her hair. It was…

It wasn’t a dance. It was the Highly Discussed Black & White 6th Grade Roller Skate Party. (At my Middle School, the 6th Graders got a roller skate party and the 8th Graders got a dance and the 7th Graders didn’t get anything because they were constantly in trouble for bullying). ANYWAY. My family had just moved and…

So in high school I had a crush on my straight best friend, who had a crush on a young woman from out of town. In order to get her to agree to attending prom with him—driving five hours to where we were—B had to secure a date for her best friend, as that was the only way B’s crush would allow her to go. So I took the…

I was 14. It was the mid 70s. A boy I barely liked asked me to dance. He had red hair and freckles and blue eyes, and I have a hard wired preference for brown eyes and hair. But hey, a slow dance is a slow dance.

Oh boy, here goes. First you have to know that in middle school I was a social pariah. You know how there’s always that one really clueless kid that has zero friends everybody makes fun of mercilessly? Yep, me. Anyway, as part of this one school dance/party in seventh grade there was karaoke, and I somehow got tacked…

I know I already posted one story, but now the memories are surging back to me like a hormonal torrent through the broken damn of my protective subconscious and this is happening.

I don’t remember any embarrassing dances, but I do remember my favorite moment. I was at the state competition for history projects and the people that were running it threw the kids a dance at the end. Everyone but the two teams from my town (two boys and two girls) were very nerdy and shy. The four kids from my town…

On the DAY OF prom, I got a call from a friend asking if I knew her cousin, a senior who also went to our school. He was nice enough but, quite frankly, a pretty weird kid. She says he wasn’t going to prom since he didn’t have a date. I said I wasn’t so sure about the “date” part, but that he should come join all of…

This doesn’t deal so much with a dance, but with its terrible aftermath.

OK mine’s not too mortifying, but I’ll share. My first dance was in 6th grade...

I went to Christian schools where we didn’t have dances (we had “junior-senior” instead) so I’m really excited to live vicariously through everyone else’s stories.

Not an embarrassing moment, per se, but an embarrassing dance. For two years in high school, I was part of a group of girls who would get shuttled down to the Air Force Academy for dances with the freshmen cadets. They would line up outside the bus as we lined up in it, and whoever you paired up with was your date for…