
I hate falling. Don't you hate falling?!?!?
I was walking out of my American Heritage class and one of my friends from Mexico, James, said hi to me! I haven't seen this kid in like four years!! So we were walking and talking about all of his exciting life experiences and mine in Michigan...yeah...and then we came up to some stairs.
The stairs at BYU are too short! I step down expecting a bigger stair and it's not. And I've pretty much adjusted! All the other times going down those stupid stairs I've been fine! It had to be the one time I actually saw someone I knew when I fall. My luck.
It was kind of my fault too because I was doing that thing where you skip a stair and walk down two at a time (BECAUSE THEY'RE SO SMALL!) and I lost my footing and completely fell on my face. HOW EMBARASSING. Being the gentlemen, he helped me up and didn't make fun of me...yet haha.
So I'm sitting here writing this post with my leg pulsing with pain. I expect a monstrous bruise.
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Right on.