My Most Embarrassing Moment

                   In my early childhood, I was renowned throughout my peers as an intelligent person. I was so brilliant that people thought of me as the most gifted and intellectual person in the world. As the years passed by, and I progressed to sixth grade, I was still at the top of my class in Florence Meares. February of that year, my social studies teacher made an announcement regarding an important upcoming unit test. This news hit my fellow classmates like a brick, as worry immediately came over them. But to me, it felt similar to a tickle because tests did not intimidate me. I was certain that I would pass this test with flying colors because first of all, I was the smartest person in the class.  Besides that, I was always successful at school. I felt this test was overrated. My friends knew that I did not take notes throughout the whole year and started questioning my abilities.  My buddies may have had a good point, but I still ignored them. As the school day was almost over, I was anxious to go home. I wanted to rest that day as a reward for myself for all the hard work I had been doing.  I thought I deserved it.  I already had my whole day planned: First, I would go home and sleep and then I would eat a delicious meal with a nice beverage. Next, I would watch television shows. I remembered that the Simpsons would be on that night, so I was even more eager to get home. As soon as the school bell rang, I sprinted like a cheetah to my locker, grabbed all my books and hurried home. Oh how happy I was!  My house was like my safe-haven as I just enjoyed myself with nothing to concern myself about. When I arrived home, I was exhausted from school and wanted to take a big nap, and so I did. Eventually I woke up refreshed and energized. I went down to the kitchen to make myself food but suddenly, I felt an urge to watch television instead. I remembered that the Simpsons would be so I was really looking really forward to that. While I watched the show, I felt a surge of pity for my classmates who were studying at that moment. This feeling made me slightly doubt my own confidence. I began to question my readiness for the test. With that as my last thought, I wandered into a deep sleep. Next day at school, I was conversing with my friends, who predicted the test was going to be difficult. I expressed my confidence and abilities and the fact that I spent the whole night watching television. My friends ridiculed me for being a couch potato, and accused me of being for self-centered. I was offended by all these things said to me and declared my certainty to attain higher marks than them. I was determined to do well on the test and rub the results in my friends’ faces.  In class, the teacher took so long to hand the tests out that I think the anticipation might have killed me! I finally obtained the test and as always, I started and blindly rushed through it. I did not check the test over because I always received an “A+”. So I thought, why would it matter this time? As a result, I handed the finished test anyway without correcting it; no regrets. I was eager to get my marks back but I patiently waited a whole week, which felt like a whole month. It was finally time to collect my marks. While I entered the classroom, I saw the stressed out teacher surrounded by students leaning over for their test results. I saw mine on the floor, so I just picked it up to see my mark and that was when I thought my legacy was ruined. I just wanted to drop that piece of paper and forget about everything that happened. Sixty percent was barely a pass and I was depressed from looking at it. Hundreds of thoughts just ran through my head:  What would my parents say? What would my friends say? Then it hit me; the thought of challenging my friends to get a better grade than them. I did not exactly know their marks, but by the expression on their faces, they seemed to have attained good ones. I tried to convince myself that this was someone else’s test and that mine was still in my teacher’s hand. I was in shock and denial. As the news of my mark spread through the class like wild fire, my peers gathered to take their revenge by making fun of me and flailing their marks in my face. I was humiliated in front of the whole class! As time passed and I thought about it, I learnt that this situation was not that bad because it taught me an important lesson. I definitely became more aware that respect for people is important, and that I should be a lot less conceited. Also, I learnt that I am still smart though. Why you ask? Because I learnt the lesson, or did I?