Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Foot + Face = Pain
My oh-so-strange school offers a college course that enables me to have what I like to call "Shenanigan Time". I understand that the phrase "college course" isn't generally associated with shenanigans but I must remind you, my school is strange. We only have this class two out of five days a week so the other three days: Shenanigans happen. Monday was one of these days. I was sitting in the library with some of the other students from that class; Moran, Cassidy and Ryan. We were just sitting. Nothing dangerous at all. Until Ryan had the bright idea of "I bet I can pick you up Cassidy!" and then he proved it. I agreed: "Oh yeah, Cassidy is easy to pick up!" and I gave it my best shot. But she was to good for me. In less than three seconds she had me over her shoulders in a fireman's hold. By this point Ryan and Moran were already goofing off in their own little world. Cassidy started to drop me on my head. Ryan started to push Moran backwards. Then our two worlds collided and I either fell under Moran's descending foot or said foot descended onto my face. But when I tell the story, I usually go with the latter. And she didn't just take a step backwards to catch her balance. It was a curb stomp. She was vaguely aware that someone's face was on the floor behind her as she fell, so naturally, she attempted to prevent this imminent collision. But precariously leaning over backwards while standing on one leg is no way to stop an accident from occurring. So Moran completely lost her balance, the elevated foot landing squarely on my face with the amount of force that a wrecking ball might exert on a building that it's knocking over. Only by the miracles of heaven was I able to walk away from the impact with all my blood contained and my eye barely bruised. My three friends each decided that they were to blame (even though I brought it upon myself)so they promptly went to our English teacher's room and made me a "We're Sorry" card that I shall keep forever. Nevertheless, I love my friends. When they don't curb stomp my face.
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