Getting picked last for dodgeball. In college. Again.
And when I say dodgeball, I really mean that as a metaphor for class teams. Specifically: my ASL class split up into 3 teams with team captains to pick people who they thought had the best comprehension and understanding of video stories as a classroom exercise. Thus the dreaded fear: being picked last. Being implicitly told that we are the worst at something. Who said we were going to have to keep reliving elementary school nightmares nearly 14 years later?