Easily embarrassed

I was a very shy kid, and I had the capacity to become very deeply embarrassed, sometimes at things that seem pretty small now. Here are some childhood moments that were embarrassing enough to stick in my conscious memory:

1. In kindergarten, we had to take these standardized tests (which in itself doesn't make sense to me -- what are they testing in a standardized way among 5- and 6-year-olds? sharing skills? nursery rhyme fill-in-the-blank?)...anyway, I completed a section of the test, which I knew because there was a big STOP sign in the corner of the page. My best friend at the time, Jenny, was not done yet, so I held up my page to show her where to STOP. Of course, the teacher saw me showing Jenny my page with answers, so she of course called me out. Fortunately, though, she must have figured I was spacy and not actually cheating, because she sent me to lay on the classroom rug and do the "bicycle" with the other kids who had finished (for those of you not schooled in the "bicycle", it involves laying on your back with your legs doing circuits in the air as though you're on a...can you guess...bicycle).
2. In first grade, I remember a conversation among some of my classmates about the order in which they washed different parts of their bodies when taking a bath. One kid (who was notoriously trouble, I should have known not to jump in) posed the question, does anyone wash bottom to top rather than top to bottom? Having tried out this radical method of self-cleansing, I said that I had. He, of course, seized the opportunity to point out that this meant I had washed my butt before my face...eeeeeewwww. I was mortified.
3. In second grade (somehow this is becoming more chronological than I intended), I had a teacher who was so hateful toward children that I can't imagine why she would ever have become a teacher in the first place. (In her defense, though, she was slightly less hateful than the other second grade teacher in my school, whom my sister suffered through.) Anyway, one of my teacher's favorite things to do, besides to teach us how to mispronounce Spanish, was to survey the classroom and pick a kid out with the line, "(insert name), go wash your hands." Which everyone knew meant she had caught the kid picking their nose...which of course she called me out on once. The extra crappy thing is, I think I may have been itching not picking that time...
4. My dad's company used to have annual picnics, which I don't remember well except that they always had a lot of strange people I didn't know at them. One year, though, I remember going to look for my dad, and having found him, tapped him on the back to get his attention since he was facing away from me. However, when he turned around, he wasn't my dad at all but a big mustached man, who promptly roared something that the other big men around thought was funny (I don't remember what he said, just that it was loud and drew attention). I was so embarrassed, but now I think, what a jerk. Who'd use a confused little girl to get a laugh instead of helping her find her dad?
5. Another annual event when I was a kid was mother-daughter banquets, which were church luncheons in honor of Mother's Day where mothers and daughters came in their best spring dresses and grazed on a buffet of midwestern homemade fare. (One year, there was a fashion show involved, in which my sister and I modeled our homemade dresses. I think that was sometime after we stopped being cute in our homemade dresses, though.) On the year that I am thinking of, my mom's mom came to the banquet, and we were helping set up. At one point, I realized that I liked swishing my dress around and started lifting it up in the back to get a pleasant draft. Silly, yes, but I started out cleverly doing this with my butt facing under a table...but then I forgot about this key safety measure and started swishing with my butt facing away from the table, which my grandma promptly informed me was not a good plan. Oops.

Okay, I think that's enough of memory lane for now. I'm still pretty easily embarrassed, but maybe not quite as easily as when I was a kid, fortunately...