So many embarrassing moments, so little time . . . although the majority of them occurred during the original mania.
Sometime in 7th grade, my BFF discovered fanfiction. Particularly, explicit Jake/Cassie porn. She was very eager over one of the finds, printed it out, and brought it to school for me to read. It was then confiscated by our English teacher . . . and then read by our English teacher . . . Yeah, that was awkward.
He was way cool about it, though, except he made sure to bring it up a LOT throughout the year.
We had a little group of 3 girls in middle school -- we had our Animorphs crushes and our similar personalities. For example, I was "Rachel", because I was blonde and loved to shop, BFF was "Cassie" cause she loved animals and the environment. The third was "Melissa", since there were no other girls left, but she liked Marco . . . (Who didn't do that sort of thing during the 90s?)
Anyway, we decided to sort of play up these personas in the notes we passed during and between classes. We came up with a backwards + symbol-based writing system (in case, of course, the notes were intercepted by Controllers) detailing our "missions". One of these notes was indeed confiscated by our math teacher (I'm fairly certain she was a Controller; she was plain evil), who briefly read it, looked completely confused, and most likely wanted to send us for mental help. Nothing significant came as a result of this, but I was thoroughly embarrassed when, in high school, "Cassie" presented me with a notebook full of all these notes she'd saved over the years (minus the one that was confiscated). SHE SAVED THEM. Fake mission plans, explicit details about certain male Animorphs' appendages, et cetera. It makes me flush just thinking about it now.
Not an embarrassing moment for me, personally, but definitely funny: Also in 7th grade, we went on a field trip to the state capitol building. "Melissa" and I were assigned to the same group, and were walking around downtown during lunch. She dissed Tobias -- and a bird promptly crapped on her head. When I managed to stop laughing, I gave her my hoodie to wear as a kind of turban until we could get back to school. I had to stay after with her to help her wash it all out, since it was apparently all my fault