Hey, Cherie!

I remember in some of your other columns you used to write about embarrassing moments, but you haven't written about one in a long time. Since I've tried to get into your column before but you didn't choose my question, I thought I would tell you about a humiliating moment I had last month.

I am in eighth grade. My class was on a field trip to a different school to see the drama club's performance — it wasn't very good, but that isn't the point. I had kind of an upset stomach and my mother made me go to school anyway. Well, you can guess what happened. It hit me right at the beginning of the second act, so I had to rush out of my row and convince the teacher to let me go to the bathroom.

I practically ran down the hall to where the teacher said I should go, but I wasn't really familiar with the school — you can guess what happened next. I pushed through a door that I thought was the girls' bathroom, but instead it was the guys' bathroom. My stomach was cramping, and I stopped there with all these guys just looking at me.

One of them said, "Umm, we're glad you're here." That's when I ran out and found the girls' bathroom. I was so embarrassed that I didn't even go back to watch the rest of the show!

— Totally Embarrassed

Hey Totally!

Aw, come on. You have to do better than that if you think you're going to make my column. Oh, yeah, I guess you just did. I do think that I have you beat in the World Series of Mortifying Moments. Let's just look back on the last week, and I'm not even going to count being a mom because my son thinks that my mere presence is a total embarrassment.

OK, here's one: I ran around like an insane woman looking for my keys, while they were in my back pocket the whole time. Here's another: Searching everywhere for a pair of glasses, when they're perched on top of your head. Oops. Leaving cabbage on the stove to cook — and letting the water boil out. Ugh. Know what? I'm starting to think that adult life is one big embarrassment.

Hey, Cherie!

I have been saving my money for four months to get eyelash extensions. You know, when they glue eyelashes onto your wimpy eyelashes to make it look like you have great eyelashes. My friend Shannon says they don't work and just fall right off. My eyelashes are horrible.

Do you know if these things are a rip-off or not?

— Worst Eyelashes in the World

Hey, Worst!

They work, but they aren't cheap. You can expect to pay between $75 and $250 for the first set, followed by maintenance every few weeks.

Also — this is important — make sure the tech uses the best surgical glue to do the attachment. And don't let Shannon do it! Go to a licensed professional. Your eyes are important for things besides eyelash batting.

Cherie Bennett is a best-selling author of books for teens and young adults. Visit her website at www.cheriebennett.com. To find out more about Cherie Bennett and read features by other Creators Syndicate writers and cartoonists, visit the Creators Syndicate website at www.creators.com.

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