http://www.swvoice.com/home/Blog/nanadebbie en-us http://www.swvoice.com/home/Blog/nanadebbie/8337 <p><font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" color="#ff0000">I had many embarressing moments, but the one that immediately came to mind was when I was in third grade at Millie Munsey elementary school.&nbsp; My family had just moved in the middle of the school year.&nbsp; So I was the new kid in class.&nbsp; I was a shy child and extremely intimidated by my new teacher and classmates.&nbsp; I was afraid of doing anything wrong that would make the teacher angry with me.&nbsp; It seemed she was angry a lot!</font></p> <p><font color="#ff0000">One day I was waiting at the teacher's desk to give her a paper after school, but there were several other children ahead of me.&nbsp; I needed to go to the bathroom, but was afraid to ask the teacher if I could go.&nbsp; Finally, I could wait no longer and wet my pants.&nbsp; The kids laughed and the teacher got angry.&nbsp; She yelled at me and I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I was afraid of her.&nbsp; I ran out of the classroom and all the way room, crying my eyes out.</font></p> <p><font color="#ff0000">40 plus years later and I have never forgotten that incident.&nbsp; But I eventually learned to stand up for myself and not be afraid of something to anyone.</font></p>