I was in seventh grade (at a Seventh-Day Adventist school, P.U.C. Elementary, in the Napa Valley) one morning. But there was no teacher. All the teachers were in a meeting.
I started getting nervous. I feared they were in a meeting about me.
I had decorated my side of a desk divider with photos of scantily clad women.
Hmm, maybe I made a mistake, I thought.
A student from another class eventually came in the room, walked over to me, and said the faculty were discussing what to do with me. I would make my life easier if I removed all the bathing beauties from my divider and replace them with something more anodyne.
And so I did and the problem went away.
But that situation keeps recurring in my life.