Ow, it stings

Today has been what I call an Interesting Day. I was up until around 2 last night, studying for my French exam and my Grammar make-up exam. I woke up rather cranky, but I recovered long enough to do pretty well on my French (I hope!). Coming out of Stats, I managed to wipe out on the sidewalk in front of Porter Hall. This is the second time this year that I have ended up on my hands and knees in front of Porter. I fell forward and smacked both palms pretty hard. Leslie was there to witness it although I must say that my "contretemps with the concrete" was nowhere near as traumatic as Leslie's "rendez-vous with the pavement" sounds - she fell in the street, in front of an oncoming car, and was nearly killed; whereas I fell on the sidewalk, in front of a large number of undergraduates, and was thoroughly embarrassed.

As we got into East Green, and Leslie went inside Perkins, I fell AGAIN. I don't think she saw that one, but ow! It was infinitely more painful than the first. All I thought was, "What on earth is wrong with you, you idiot!? Ow, ow ow! Why don't you look we're you're going? Owwwww!" And my knee was already raw from the first trip down, so it was not ... Pleasant.

I must be losing my physical balance along with my mental balance. It can't be these lovely sneakers Lyndsey got me, because I wore them yesterday and I had no trouble! Maybe I have water in my ear. Or something.

The upside was that the piercing pain in my left knee seemed to all but cure the pulled muscle in my right leg. The down side was that there was a large, 2 x 3 inch scrape on my leg - and it wasn't the sort where it's just lightly scraped; there was a little bit of blood and it was a lovely reddish-purple raw color. Ah, that's one thing Scripps will not have to teach me: Word pictures. It was also square-shaped. Apparently my skin tears at right angles. More word pictures!

That's me: Making people go, "Eeeuh" since 1985.

Also on the bright side: A) I did not rip my jeans and B) I was wearing jeans, so I didn't have any dirt or gravel sticking in there and making my day more complex and painful than it already was. Count your blessings! Sometimes I really feel like hitting whoever came up with that phrase, which is not very Christian of me. But would one good smack do much harm? Just kidding.

I think I did ok on the make-up grammar test, although you never know in that class. Hopefully I can bump up that 69!