I was thinking last night about my most embarrassing moments in college, and for some reason I couldn't think of too many. I could think of plenty of embarrassing moments that happened to other people, like the time my friend's long hair got caught in an upperclassman guy's backpack and they had to mutually untangle it, or the time another friend realized she had a huge hole in the seat of her pants...
But my embarrassing moments weren't too bad. Just forgetting to spray nonstick stuff on the waffle maker in the cafeteria and having to scrape my waffle off the grid in front of a line of impatient people. Or throwing a donut on a dare at a late-night finals breakfast and unintentionally beaning someone in the back of the head.
But. Today. Ironically, the day after I decided I couldn't think of a super embarrassing moment at college. It happened.
I had an 8:00 a.m. physics final. Stayed up kinda late studying. Set my alarm for 7:00 so I could get ready, eat breakfast, get coffee. My roomie had an 8:00 a.m. too, so she set her own alarm. And I woke up to my phone ringing, and knew right away (you know when you get that feeling?) that something was really, really wrong.
Friend: Where are you??
Basically, neither my alarm nor my roommate's alarm went off. We had this moment of total panic at 8:01, leaping out of bed and throwing on some clothes, and then we ran out the door. Ran.
The physics final was in full swing when I got down to the classroom, and the room was dead silent. It was so horrible - half because I'd so obviously just jumped out of bed, but mostly because it's all so terribly cliche. 8:00 a.m. final. Physics class. Faulty alarm. Maybe I hadn't filled up my quota of sufficiently college-y moments and needed, in my last week before graduation, to make up for being on time and responsible for three years (ha). Maybe I needed a new embarrassing story.
Or maybe I just need to buy a new alarm.