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Sitting there on my first day of class, all I’m trying to figure out is what she is saying. I am at a Yeshiva that my parents made me go to. They opted for Yeshiva because it supposedly had the best curriculum for math. It makes sense when you think about it. Jews love counting money, and counting is all math. I was actually turned down by 3-5 Yeshivas before this one accepted me because apparently, my family wasn’t Jewish enough. So here I am, a future math whiz.

They dressed me up in a dress shirt, dress pants, sneakers, a yamaka
and some zi zith(traditional Jewish strings hanging under your shirt).
What a nice little Jewish man I was. I remember that morning clearly. I
was dressed up in this funny outfit. I ate breakfast, and headed out
the door with my grandmother walking me to the bus stop. I got on a
strange yellow bus and sent off to school. As you can imagine, I was a
bit uncomfortable. Take into consideration this was my first few weeks
in the country. So basically, my feet were still wet from the boat ride
to Ellis Island. When I get to school, I am taken to the head Rabbi
and he speaks Russian. What a relief! He takes me to class and
introduces me to my teacher, who unfortunately for me, only spoke English. It was my first English class. I am seated almost in the back.

I am sitting there for the next few hours trying to figure out what
weird sounds are coming out of her mouth. Suddenly, I get this urge to
urinate. Totally out of my element and not owning a watch. I decide to
sit there silently and not ask my teacher to go to the bathroom because
I am too uncomfortable. As I sit there, the time goes on and my bladder
just expands to epic proportions. At this point I am fidgeting in my
seat, ready to explode. But my ego will not let me ask for a bathroom
pass. Not to mention my inability to actually ask for it in English. So now about 2
hours pass from my original urge and I can’t take it anymore! I stand
up, point to my 4 1/2 year old package, let out a noise and just run
out of the classroom!

As I am running to the bathroom, I realize I don’t have any idea where it
is. I start panicking. Without choosing for it to happen, I pee my
pants. So now not only do I not speak English, I also have a piss stain
the size of the Mississippi River on my pants. I opt not to come back
to class and call my parents to pick me up. Of course I could not escape facing plenty of faculty looking like an untrained puppy.

That was a very memorable moment in my life. That moment made me who I am now. Now, I
ALWAYS speak up for what I want and what I need. I don’t refrain from
saying anything that is on my mind. That short yet extremely
embarrassing scenario formed a huge part of the person you see/read about here
today. Thank you English language mixed with Ego for the opportunity to
pee my pants and become the person that I am today!

Have you had an embarrassing moment in your childhood that formed a certain way that you are now?

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