I ate a grape at the grocery store when I was six. Where’s my own private circle of hell?
Gotta go with the premarital intercourse on this one. The other sins just aren’t that exciting.
Lets see - stole a piece of candy from the grocery store when I was 5.
The thing I’m most ashamed of doing happened in 6th or 7th grade, or thereabouts. A part of our school had a stairway of about 6 steps down to the entrance of the gymnasium. I was going up the steps along with my classmates leaving at the end of the period, and a group of students was headed down. For some reason, I singled one out, and stuck my foot out at the top of the steps in front of him, and tripped him. He fell down, face first, and landed on the floor below. He was probably hurt pretty bad, but I never found out how much. I’ve always regretted that action, and never really understood why I did it. So, in case he’s reading this, I’m sorry, man.
When I was 12 or 13 I repeated some horrible racist jokes my older brother had told me. One of the people in the group was a friend of mine since grade school who is black.
Whenever I think about that day I feel physically ill, but I don’t know how to make it right. If I was to track down the guy and appologize, it would only insult him all over again.
A month doesn’t go buy when I don’t recall that day and feel bad and it has been 20+ years.
Uhm… I made a chart of French pronouns and hid it in my pocket during a quiz in the 7th grade…
I once helped a couple of guys use a three-person slingshot to fling rolls of toilet paper over a busy highway…
Currently, I’m pretending to be a year older than I actually am, so I can get into a couple of select classes that don’t allow second-year students…
Despite appearances, when you get right down to it, I’m not really that sinful.
When I was in Boy Scouts, I was a few merit badges short of becoming an Eagle Scout. I forged the signatures of the forms to get enough merit badges and became an Eagle Scout. There are many more but this is the one thing that I am the most ashamed of.
Let’s see if I still remember these…
A scout is Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean and Reverent.
When I was a kid, my sister and I found a way into the swimming pool concession stand when they were closed. We took a bunch of candy bars and gum, and stuff.
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This forum has not the space, the band has not the width, the keyboard has not a large enough MTB failure rating, to list all of the sinful stuff I’ve done in my lifetime.
Can I just get a blanket forgiveness? I swear I’ll be good from now on. Starting tomorrow. Or the next day.
How do they make holy water? Boil the hell out of it! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I had an English teacher in high school that was a bit of a prude, and one day I hid a centerfold in her room as a gag. It went over like a turd in a punchbowl…
Several years after that, we were both guests at a wedding, and I took the opportunity to 'fess up and apologize. It was accepted.
Inappropiate touching of myself and others.
Mea culpa.
This isn’t necessarily a sin, but I feel guilty about it. I am sick and tired of hearing about my brother’s wedding. You’d think Princess Di and Prince Charles were getting married again. It’s a WEDDING! Millions of people have had them! This is not the second coming of Christ!
And no, this is not jealousy (although it is slightly bitterness as I’m the groom’s only sister and I wasn’t asked to be a bridesmaid), because I don’t want all of this stuff. It’s only reaffirming my belief that I want to go to Vegas to get married.
Amanda
Me too! When I was in fifth grade, I was in the school band and we went to Chuck E’s for our trip. What we did was purposely throw the ball so it would get caught in the net, then we had to walk up the ramp to pick it up-so we just tossed into the bulls eye spot.
Funny thing, there was an employee-a MANAGER standing there, and he looked at us and just smiled. Didn’t care at all!
:eek:
Another time, when I was 11, I wrote SHIT in pencil on the side of a local Catholic elementary school. Man, did I feel bad about that.
I took a pair of RayBan sunglasses someone had left on the counter at the bank. I was already in the car when I realized holy shit! they probably got that on tape. Sad thing is I think I was about 37 at the time. I ended up leaving them in a restroom somewhere and when I went back a few minutes later to get them they were gone. Karma sucks.
::heavy sigh::
I cheated on my times table test in the 4th grade. Another boy told on me, and the teacher asked me to tell the truth and she wouldn’t be angry. I liiiiiiiiied like a lazy hooker.
Earlier this year, an eleven-year old girl said to me in class, “Miss, Freddie just told me to F off.” I responded with, “If I were Freddie, I would have told you to do that years ago.”
Ugh. It doesn’t matter that she’s a dreadful little snot. I still can’t believe I said it. I apologized immediately, in front of the class, out in the hallway privately, and to her parents later that week. My most shameful teaching moment yet. Interestingly, when I apologized to her mother, she said, “I know exactly how you feel. I never thought I’d strike my own child, but I’ve smacked her twice this week.” She then burst into tears. :sigh:
Very interesting…
Nice sig line BTW- 
Teaching can be such a trial, eh? I’m glad you apologized, it was the right thing to do.
I used to teach in a lock-up facility for “troubled youths”. In other words, Bona Fide psychos. As in diagnosed and/or sentenced by the court to reside in the facility until they turned 18, unless the staff strangled them first.
I was horrified one day when I heard myself telling a student “Jeremy, will you please stop masturbating and pay attention to the material I’m presenting on the blackboard? I’m discussing dicotes here, and you’re stroking away to beat the band!”
Not my proudest moment. I’m sure the incident doesn’t look good on my resume.
Um, I stole a quarter out of my Mom’s purse when I was six. I fully anticipate a good rotting in Hell for that one.
Now you only have to deal with psycho customers, eh truthbot?
Actually, Guin, I retired from my store this week. Thursday was my last day. Now my manager gets to deal with the psycho customers.
Ah, congrats!