The most embarrassing thing I'm willing to admit

I guess my memory eliminates some embarrassing moments, because I’m remembering a few of them. Nevertheless, a memory comes to my mind and makes me so sad. Well, another brief memory: I don’t know why, but, a lot of times when I’m talking with somebody, while we walk, I hit with a pole (light pole or whatever). It’s more usual than you think, and those remembers go back to when I was preadolescent… And I feel so pathetic when that happens.

The sad memory is when I was in 5^th basic grade. It seems me in that time we must to have a class council or something like that, and, I guess, the “meritocracy” supposed a good way to elect a class’s president. And they elected me, because my qualifications were high. But, in that time (and now perhaps less), I was very, very shy. Really. In fact, I almost didn’t participate in class and never I participated in another activities (some years in tennis like extra-curricular activity… And now I don’t play that).

So well, the teacher forced me to talk in front of all my classmates. I just remember when I stood up and closed my eyes… Two middle-words I said. I felt very humiliate and the teacher sent me to seat. I think she changed me of that position.

But, whatever, in the high school, some years later, I was elected to delegate of class and sub-coordinator of the level, leading the protests in 2012 and 2013. There, I got even.