Sunday/Monday/Tuesday are my super busy days this semester. This morning I had breakfast, and then I didn't get a chance to eat again until 3.38pm, when I was able to allot exactly 7 minutes for some food before leaving for a meeting (and then class until 8pm). However, at 3.37pm, Magdalena peed on the couch. There went my eating time.
So I spent 7 minutes cleaning up pee instead of eating, and packed up a dinner to take with me to the meeting, where I didn't get a chance to discreetly eat it. The meeting was still going at 4.56, but I had to leave to get to class down four flights of stairs and across campus by 5 o'clock. As I ran down the stairs in high heels, my arms were full of two textbooks, my notebook, my (uneaten) sack dinner, two folders, and my purse. So it was an extra spectacular sight when I TOTALLY FELL DOWN THE STAIRS, going from the Mezzanine to the Ground floor. It wasn't even like I slipped gracefully onto my bum. I stumbled and fell forward onto my face, because my arms were so full that I couldn't catch myself. At the end of the fall, my head and torso were located on lower stairs than my feet. It was not pretty.
And I swear to you that nobody ever takes this staircase. It's almost always deserted. The building is five stories tall so most people just say what the heck, I'll take the elevator. But on this occasion, when I fell down the stairs as a full-grown adult, there happened to be two guys right behind me. Of course. They ran over and gathered my things and assisted me to my feet and so help me, I could not even look them in the face, I was so embarrassed. It must have looked pretty bad because they wanted me to sit down for a while. I mumbled something about being late (which was true) and hobbled off to class.
My right shin and left knee hurt so much. I can't wait until the bruises show up tomorrow. At this point I've moved beyond mortification and on to laughing at myself, but I still get a little horrified chill every time I think of what it would have been like if I had been wearing a skirt today. Yikes.
(And for the record, I got to eat my (cold) sack dinner at 6.30 during the class break. Woohoo!)
So I spent 7 minutes cleaning up pee instead of eating, and packed up a dinner to take with me to the meeting, where I didn't get a chance to discreetly eat it. The meeting was still going at 4.56, but I had to leave to get to class down four flights of stairs and across campus by 5 o'clock. As I ran down the stairs in high heels, my arms were full of two textbooks, my notebook, my (uneaten) sack dinner, two folders, and my purse. So it was an extra spectacular sight when I TOTALLY FELL DOWN THE STAIRS, going from the Mezzanine to the Ground floor. It wasn't even like I slipped gracefully onto my bum. I stumbled and fell forward onto my face, because my arms were so full that I couldn't catch myself. At the end of the fall, my head and torso were located on lower stairs than my feet. It was not pretty.
And I swear to you that nobody ever takes this staircase. It's almost always deserted. The building is five stories tall so most people just say what the heck, I'll take the elevator. But on this occasion, when I fell down the stairs as a full-grown adult, there happened to be two guys right behind me. Of course. They ran over and gathered my things and assisted me to my feet and so help me, I could not even look them in the face, I was so embarrassed. It must have looked pretty bad because they wanted me to sit down for a while. I mumbled something about being late (which was true) and hobbled off to class.
My right shin and left knee hurt so much. I can't wait until the bruises show up tomorrow. At this point I've moved beyond mortification and on to laughing at myself, but I still get a little horrified chill every time I think of what it would have been like if I had been wearing a skirt today. Yikes.
(And for the record, I got to eat my (cold) sack dinner at 6.30 during the class break. Woohoo!)