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Everyone has their "that was the most embarrassing moment of my life" story. Here's a great one I heard recently:
A woman was teaching a literature course at an American university. It was a tough assignment because the majority of her students were planning on careers in math and science. The only reason why the majority of them had signed up for her course was to fulfill an academic requirement. She said they were very smart kids who simply weren't interested in reading or talking about fiction and poetry. She likened teaching them to pushing donkeys up hills. Although there was no animosity between her and the students, there was no love lost either.

One night she felt a terrible pain in her abdomen that grew worse and worse. Her husband rushed her to the university hospital where thorough tests were immediately ordered. One of them was of course a gynecological exam. Take off your clothes, put on this sheet, get on the table, put your legs up in the stirrups, wait for the doctor. In pain, but embarrassed as hell too because she was about to be examined by someone she didn't know, she had no choice but to do as she'd been told. In that humiliating, vulnerable position she waited for the doctor to come in. A few long minutes later he entered the room-- followed by his class of medical students. Today he was instructing them in the proper method of gynecological examination. Guess who made up most of the class?