My most embarassing moment was in 3rd grade (So long ago! I'm 19 now), and our class was walking down the hall for our bathroom break. I was waiting outside for some stalls to become empty, and was talking to my friends, and showing them my new routine I had learned in ballet class a few days earlier. As I neared my "grand finale," I pushed my arms out wide in a flourish, and walking up right behind me was the principal. I heard him kind of gasp...I had socked him right in the stomach with one of my arms! Oh, I felt sooo bad! Of course, being the nice, jolly man he was, he just smiled and laughed it off. I wonder what he was really thinking...