As a lady, what I hate most is being embarrassed. It doesn't go well with me, but I guess as humans, embarrassment is inevitable. At some point in our lives, we will feel embarrassed one way or another. I don't like to remember my most embarrassing moment because it does make me feel ashamed of myself, and I also like turning back the hands of time to avoid that occurrence.
On this day, I felt like the ground should just open and swallow me up because it does create trauma and it took me months before I could let my mind go of it. After waiting for admission for two years, I finally gained admission, and it was the happiest moment for me the day I saw my name on the admission list. I've heard from my brothers how the higher institution is and how the students there behave. I was told to always mind what I wear in order not to be embarrassed by the other students, and I strictly adhere to this, but unfortunately, I guess I can't be careful at all times.
After a few days in higher institutions, I've gotten used to their way of life. I've picked up the good values I can use and discarded those I see won't benefit me in the long run. The day fixed for our matriculation is drawing near, and I have prepared the clothes I'm going to wear with my favorite shoe and am just awaiting the day to come. After lots of preparation by all the freshmen (new students in the school), the day we'd all been waiting for finally arrived, and we were arranged in a corn roll pattern in the school's big hall.
After the speech by the chancellor of the school, we were all asked to file out according to our sitting arrangement to take a picture with the chairman, chancellor, vice chancellor, and every other dignitary present at the occasion. When it comes to my role, I got up and moved forward, and as I was about to climb the podium where the picture is to be taken, the sole of my left shoe got removed and I fell flat on my face. This is a moment I don't want to remember because, while I was down, I heard my colleagues laughing, cheering, and murmuring, but at that time there was nothing I could do to redeem myself. I was helped up by one of the security guards, and in pain, I had to take the picture to make myself present when the image will be framed as the entrance of my set into the school.
I felt embarrassed that day, but I couldn't change what had happened. Days later, other students still point at me as the lady whose shoe was removed, but I didn't let their taunts get to me. Even though deep down inside me I felt hurt, I didn't show it, and immediately they noticed I don't care about all they say. The news died down, and I can walk freely in school again.
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