So I find myself thinking back to this one particular event that happened when I was in 6th grade. Why it still bothers me? I have no clue. But anywho: I went to this school that held a Geography Bee every couple years, and I slaughtered my class when it came to who would represent our grade. So me and this guy named Dan ended up with the highest scores and we were in the Bee.

I don't remember what the first question was---something about the Mississippi River---and both of us got it wrong. But the next question was SO EASY. "What city is the Brooklyn Bridge located in?" my first thought was "Well that's easy, New York City," but then I second guessed myself since I must have been wrong because it shouldn't have been that easy :roll: and wrote Brooklyn--even after I'd written New York City. Lame.
Both Dan and I were kicked off after that question, and then I knew the answers to the rest of the questions up until the final stage. ;____;

My question to you:
Is there ever an event that haunts you when you think back to it because originally you knew the right thing to do, but then second guessed yourself and ended up getting it wrong, or losing or whatever?

I am sorry you had to deal with that. Yes, I have delt with something very similar to that. It was for a writing contest I entered. I had a short story I wrote and everyone was giving me good reviews on it. But then a girl who I didn't like, and she didn't like me back, read it and said it was crap. So I was going to submit but I second guessed myself. I submited eventucally and I did it pass the deadline. One of the judges e-mailed me and said that it would have gotten first place but since I turned it in late, it wouln't count.

;A;
That's so sad!
What is with girls and our thirst to shoot each other down!?

There was this girl, I'll call her Jane. She was the "queen bee" of our little group of friends. I was unfortunately used as the slave. At small concerts, Jane would make me hold her purse and coat as she and everyone else went into the mosh pit. I wanted to go in too, so one time I left her coat on the couch where her friends were sitting. she came back to me a couple hours later. "WHERES MY COAT AND *%&#(*%blahblahblah!!!11" I told her "I left it with your friends." She proceeded to yell and forced me to go get it for her. I did. And that was the last time I saw her. I should have said: "SHUT UP! I'M NOT YOUR COAT RACK!" I still kick myself today for not telling her off.... If only I'd had the backbone to stand up for myself.

I hate myself for performing a one man (or girl) play 5 years ago. I feel so stupid, i hate my teacher for making me do that infront of my school. I could kill myself to get rid of that embaressment xD

Haha, this actually reminds me of a couple of things. I guess my life has been secretly tragic (In the embarrassment / kick yourself category) and I just forget to think about it. :lol:
In fifth grade we had to do D.A.R.E (An anti-drug program done in collaboration with the police department where I live. Wasn't sure if this is a pretty common thing so I figured I would just put the description now and avoid possible confusion :) ) speech to our class, and then the "winners" would present in front of our whole grade at the graduation assembly type thing.
I spent days agonizing over writing it, and ended up just making something up the period before.
Well then my class nominated me, I like to imagine due to my literary prowess, but I think it might have been a joke. xD
I shrugged it off because the big speech was months away, so much so that I lost my speech.
Once again I tried in a half-hearted attempt to find or re-write it, and I eventually ended up doing both.
But I could kick myself for how much useless procrastination and worrying over it there was over it. :P