Chemistry Building:
To start off lightly and casually, I won't tell you about the worst of my deeds, just something that could have happened to anyone.
In one of our chemistry classes, my professor (whose name won't be mentioned) asked us to pay attention and not trip over his notebook cord. It was wise advice since the classroom was cramped and the cord was right in the middle of the pathway, because the outlets were on the wall. But how could I obey such a simple order? I tripped so badly on the cord, yanking it out of the outlet that many students laughed at the situation, and his computer and projector turned off. Since one of my biggest fears was drawing any kind of negative attention to myself during my first semester, I kept repeating that information in my mind, over and over again, so that it would never happen again. Unfortunately, all that worry got mixed up with the complexity of stoichiometry and my need to be humiliated hadn't yet been satisfied. At the end of class, I rushed out, taking all the cords with me. I think it goes without saying that he never trusted using that outlet again.
Valonguinho Bus Stop:
I loved Chemistry classes, partly because my teacher looked like Stephen Lang in the first Avatar movie (if you know, you know), but the embarrassing moments are also part of the best phase of my life. I love to laugh and, now that the dust has settled, I feel that these moments are what make me happy. There I was, anxious for class to end; the bus would leave in a few minutes, but the teacher still hadn’t released anyone. As soon as he allowed us to leave, the race began: my friend and I ran, going down the stairs of the building and sprinting downhill toward the campus entrance. I sighed with relief when I saw the bus still there, especially because the driver at the time was known for driving at the speed of light, but today I see that the price I paid for my laziness to walk 10 minutes to the terminal was far too high. I charged forward, hopping onto the bus with everything I had, and sat in one of the front seats as if I had just won a battle. Until I saw… There it was. A terrible smell filled the bus, and my friend turned to me, horrified. Every step I had taken was precisely marked by a dreadful trail of feces. The driver noticed, my classmates looked at me with teary eyes as if asking why I had done what I did. All we could do was laugh. I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe. When we got off at the terminal, leaving behind a path of destruction and multiple victims, I finally had my happy ending in the Bay Market bathroom, when I was finally able to wash my sneakers. Don’t worry, momma gave me a new pair as a gift, dog-poop free.
Women’s Bathroom:
This story is still too recent to tell; come back in a few weeks.