I fell down at school today. I immediately flashed to all the times that my mother has called to tell me that she fell down at school/walking/wherever. Honestly I don't even bat an eyelash anymore because, let's face it, she's clumsy. Sorry mom, but you fall a lot. It's not normal. Maybe it's all the soap you eat.
What made my tumble worse was that there was no one nearby that I knew. Then we all could have laughed wildly. Absolutely everyone that saw was a complete stranger. And 18. So they laughed after I left. I'm probably on You Tube. The custodians had just mopped and I was in my not-so-traction-saavy flip flops. I hydroplaned in the hallway in front of my room and landed in a front herkie. Except not so smiley and with less bows. I popped right up like a champ, in fact ... now that I think about it, the onlookers probably thought I was break dancing. I should have started singing some Flashdance. Don't you hate you think of those things too late?
The wound count topped out with 3: 1) the skin on the top of 4 toes on my left foot is gone. 2) gash in my right fore-arm and blood (the worst). Spiderman is currently taking care of that one. 3) Pride, obviously. *4) holding on to rights to add bruise to my arm / tailbone that is sure to surface by morning.
The up side is that I probably won't have to shave my left foot this weekend :) That and I'm making my premier on You Tube.