I was in middle school and just got a new pair of pants. Some cargo pants from Old Navy, if I remember correctly. After eating lunch, we would sit in an area we called the commons until the bell rang for class. The bell rang, I sit up, and in doing so catch my jeans on a screw that for some reason was sticking out of the wall behind me. My pants rip from my knee to my waist. I run to the office, trying to hold what's left of my now ruined pants, to call my mom to bring me a new pair. My house was a half hour drive from school and the secretary told me I had to go back to class and could just wait there for my mom. She gave me safety pins to pin up the whole side of my pants. I thought, 'Hey, this can't be too bad. I sit in the back of class (all seats faced away from the door), so no one will notice and I can just sneak out fast afterwards to grab my new pants.' I walk into class and all heads turn in my direction. Turns out my awesome friends had informed the teacher what had happened while she was taking role call. Everyone was looking at me and giggling and my pinned pants, that were already starting to fall apart again. Also, instead of waiting for me to just come to the office to grab my new pants when I was done with class, they had someone come in the room and hand them to me.
Should I also mention that I was socially awkward, chubby, and didn't shave my legs in middle school?
Fun memories to relive.