Embarrassing Moment

Coincidentally enough, one of my most embarrassing moments happened just yesterday. I had been feeling nauseas and ill since Sunday afternoon, and when Monday classes came around I was miserable. I hate missing school, so I dragged myself out of bed and biked to campus despite my pathetic physical state. I got to my Psych 1 lecture and thought I could tough it out for an hour and fifteen minutes before crawling back into bed. About twenty minutes into class, I started to feel really light headed. The projector screen got a little hazy, my body suddenly felt extremely cold, and I had a nagging sensation in my stomach. I was pretty sure I was going to throw up right then and there. I grabbed my computer bag, clumsily stepped over the people sitting next to me and power walked past the entire class to get to the bathroom.

But I didn't puke. That wouldn't have been nearly as embarrassing. Instead, for probably about half an hour, I leaned over the toilet bowl and bawled my eyes out. I sat there on the tile floor and cried. I'm not even sure why. I guess I felt physically and mentally drained. I could hear my own gasps/sobs echoing off the walls but I couldn't stop myself. I just kept crying hysterically for no sane reason, hoping no one would need to use the bathroom. And then a girl came in.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

I wanted to say, no. I am not ok. You obviously heard me from outside and felt concerned enough to come in. But instead I choked out: "Yeah, I'm ok..."

"What's wrong? Do you need anything? I have sparkling water!"

"No, no, I'm fine. Thanks."

"If you're sure... I'll be outside if you need anything."

She left and I remained curled around the toilet. I cried pathetically for a few more minutes, this time because I felt so weak and childish, and then tried to pull myself together. I looked under the stall to check for the kind stranger's feet and luckily the coast was clear. I washed my face with cold water and stood in the bathroom until I heard a hoard of students leaving the lecture hall. I didn't want to have to face the girl after she'd witnessed one of my not so great moments. It didn't matter that she never saw who I was. I was already at such a low point that I was embarrassed for myself.

On the plus side, today I only have a sore throat, and I have learned that a bathroom stall is not a premium melt down location.