{"id":4580,"date":"2010-11-18T20:00:44","date_gmt":"2010-11-19T01:00:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/?p=4580"},"modified":"2011-10-01T08:03:35","modified_gmt":"2011-10-01T13:03:35","slug":"favorite-memories-friday-a-terrifying-accusation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/favorite-memories-friday-a-terrifying-accusation\/","title":{"rendered":"Favorite Memories Friday&#8211; a terrifying accusation"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So this one is a not-so-<a href=\"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/category\/favorite-memories-friday\/\" target=\"_blank\">Favorite Memory<\/a>. I&#8217;m trying to stick with the assignments from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.mommyspiggytales.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Mommy&#8217;s Piggy Tales<\/a>, though, and this is the week of fifth grade.<\/p>\n<p>Fifth grade was the year I was accused of cheating in Social Studies and never wore those plaid gaucho pants and that crisp cotton white blouse ever again.<\/p>\n<p>My friend Kristy was sitting behind me in class and couldn&#8217;t see the board.<\/p>\n<p>A test had just begun and she asked me what something said on the chalkboard.<\/p>\n<p>I tried to answer her and then Mrs. Schlottman (I think that is how you spell it) materialized in front of me and accused me of cheating on the test. I remember the tingling of my skin and my heart beating out of my chest. It was still the beginning of the year and obviously she hadn&#8217;t heard yet that I was about as goody-goody as it gets. I was terrified.<\/p>\n<p>And, like I said, I never wore those same clothes again for the horrible memory of that day.<\/p>\n<p>About 10 years later I was waiting tables at an Outback Steakhouse near my childhood neighborhood when I saw Mrs. Schlottman eating dinner. I started sweating. My heart jumped into my throat, I couldn&#8217;t think straight and I was terrified again. (Mind you, I never cheated, but the accusation made me feel terrible enough!!)<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t know what to do. \u00a0I could just feel her there and I was back in fifth grade wearing those awful red plaid gauchos, with Kristy behind me.<\/p>\n<p>I walked over to her table.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hi, I&#8217;m Amy and I was in your fifth grade Social Studies class a few years back,&#8221; I said.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m sure she said something polite at this point.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I just want you to know that I didn&#8217;t cheat in your class, although you thought that I did,&#8221; I said.<\/p>\n<p>I have no idea what she said next. I just remember feeling like I had to confront\u00a0 my past and really come clean. \u00a0Even though I had done nothing wrong, I still had to clear my name. Yes, I still felt this way 10 years later.<\/p>\n<p>At least now, as I type, I no longer feel that tingling on my neck and my heart no longer races. I have confronted the accuser. And I think I won. Well, maybe. I haven&#8217;t re-visited the scene of the supposed crime, yet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So this one is a not-so-Favorite Memory. I&#8217;m trying to stick with the assignments from Mommy&#8217;s Piggy Tales, though, and this is the week of fifth grade. Fifth grade was the year I was accused of cheating in Social Studies and never wore those plaid gaucho pants and that crisp cotton white blouse ever again. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[365],"tags":[232],"class_list":["post-4580","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspiration-joy","tag-favorite-memories-friday"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4580","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4580"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4580\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9275,"href":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4580\/revisions\/9275"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4580"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4580"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4580"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}