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TRAUMARAMA
BY STEVE DELAHOYDE
Below you will find e-mails I sent to the American Center for Journalistic Integrity: Seventeen Magazine. These messages were intended for a section of their magazine entitled "Trauma Rama," wherein their readership contributes stories of embarrassment, woe, and angst (sometimes all three at once!). Unfortunately, my submissions resulted in the receipt of the following e-mail (I'd gone under the guise of Samantha Delahoyde):
From: trauma@seventeen.com 
Sent: Friday, October 26, 2001 12:55 PM 
To: SDelahoyde@ORTHOREHABINC.COM 
Subject: Re: An Embarrassing Story That Might Or Might Not Have Happened To Me, Dependant Upon Your Sources 

Dear Samantha, 

Although we appreciate entries to Trauma Rama, we go through about 100 letters a day and would prefer reading stories that are  honest. Please continue to mail us stories if they are true. 

Thank you, 
Seventeen

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Last year was my freshman year and I was sooooo excited. On the first day of school I decided to wear this really great top I'd just bought at the mall with my sister. As I got off the bus and started walking towards my first class, I saw the cutest guy ever. I kept walking, just staring at this hot guy, then all of the sudden I was attacked by a swarm of sheep clothed in small, yet quaint-looking sweaters. It was so humiliating. I'm glad I was in the hospital for eight months. 

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This summer I was working at a deli to save up enough money to go on a trip to Seattle with my school. I was cutting bread when my crush walked in and wanted to order something. Nobody else was up front so I had to help him. I was so nervous! He didn't notice me from class and just ordered a turkey sandwich. While I was making it for him I tried to think of something to say, but couldn't come up with the courage, so I just turned around and yelled "What? You think you're better than everyone, Mr. Turkey Sandwich?" Then I threw the half-made sandwich at his dog. Oh yeah, his dog was there too. 

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One time, during volleyball practice, I was serving and wanted to make sure it went well. I hit the ball up and it started to get into play. Everyone thought it was a great serve and they made me captain of the team. I was sooooo embarrassed! 

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On a family vacation to Florida, my parents were being major hassles and weren't letting me go off anywhere by myself. Finally, on one of the last days of the trip, they said I could go to the beach. I was walking around, enjoying the sun when this major hottie came up and started talking to me. We walked for hours around all the shops near the beach. When we walking there was a truck unloading a bunch of boxes filled with styrofoam cups into a coffee store. My new crush dared me to steal one of the boxes while he hid behind the corner, so of course I did it. When I came back, with the box in hand he asked what I had done.  Apparently he'd just asked "You want to go see a movie?" but I thought he'd said, "Go steal those boxes of Styrofoam cups, then bring them back here." It was soooo embarrassing. I'm always doing things like that. 

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A few days ago, my best friend and I were at the mall when we saw my major crush hanging out with a bunch of his friends.  I'm really shy so I didn't know what to do, but went up to him anyway and said "Hi."  He  turned around and said, "Hey," but I couldn't think of anything more to say. It was really awkward. Luckily a nineteen-foot cylindrical-disc shaped object appeared in the mall and started making strange noises and  shooting out beams of light onto the ground. It also started delivering buffalo via a long rope into the food court, where it would release them. That made talking to him a lot easier. 

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All my friends and I were having a sleep over one night and were watching our all time favorite movie "Grease," when all of the sudden Jamie (my best-friend) asked me if I'd ever had sex before. I told her "No." Everybody giggled because they could tell I was eight months pregnant despite all my efforts to hide it. I was really embarrassed. 

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At prom this last year was very embarrassing for me. I thought that my date was this total hottie who was on the baseball team and who I'd been crushing on all year. When we arrived at the hotel I discovered that it was only a broom with a balloon taped to the top of it.  Apparently I had forgotten to put my contacts in. I spent the next three days locked in my room, shame-ridden, full of homicidal rage. 

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For school we have to volunteer somewhere for a semester. I chose a nursing home because I like working with people. I was having a lot of fun, until one day when this man yelled at me for not talking to him. I walked over, sat down, and started speaking to him just so he'd calm down. Just then this really cute doctor walked in and sat with the angry old man and me. We all sat there starring at each other. It was very awkward and strange. I eventually fell asleep. When I woke up, I was in a closet. I got up and went home after that. 

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My mom and I were shopping for tortoise shells for our tortoise, when all of the sudden the gigantic head of Bea Arthur (star of the Emmy-winning "The Golden Girls") floated close to us, beckoning us to feel its warm glow. It offered us a message of peace and joy.  After we'd touched it, it disappeared. We'd been fooled into thinking we had seen God. I was mortified! 

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When I got my license, I was sixteen and I was so nervous. I am really clumsy, so I knew that it was just a matter of time before I got into an accident. I was driving by myself on the freeway for the first time when time stopped altogether. Everything was in  mid-movement, but somehow I hadn't been affected. I got out, still on the freeway and walked among the frozen people and their cars. I decided to steal all of the wallets I could get my hands on. Several hours later (or what seemed like it) I had accumulated one hundred and eighty thousand dollars, then time started again. I bought a bunch of stuff and never told anyone. 

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A few years ago, when I was crossing the Atlantic by help of a talking hovercraft, I realized that my best guy friend was really sweet and that maybe I should go after him. Unfortunately, when I flew back into Denver on the back of a gigantic lightning bug, I found that he'd been stabbed to death in a street war organized by rival gangs. The next day I got my haircut and the hairstylist cut it way too short and I looked like a boy. I was so embarrassed; I wore a hat until it grew out. 

 

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