It's been a very, very long time since I have updated this but...

I am a wildly different person than I was when I started this.  It's ok though...actually, I'm really glad that it happened.  Not only did I spend a month in Ethiopia since starting this, but I also completed my first semester of my final year of college.  I am at a crossroads...trying to figure out where my life is headed, not knowing where I'm going to be in five years (or ONE year for that matter!) and for the most part, being at peace with that.  As Christmas break continues, you can expect more posts of reflection on all that has happened for the last six months...but for now, I am going to honor the original intent of this blog--to share about how I somehow manage to turn every day situations into straight-up debacles in the most awkward way possible.

Allow me to set the scene...

I found myself wearing a walking boot for a month (not by choice....I'm not that weird.)

Apparently, once I was able to take the boot off my walking skillz never quite recovered.

So one day in Jazz Band,
while we were having our dress rehearsal in Bengtson Auditorium for our upcoming concert, I decided I step off the risers the brass are placed on.  When I stepped back up on the platform...I missed.  I'm not exactly sure how, but my foot just straight up missed the platform.  So I found myself going down and my face heading straight for Leah's right butt cheek.  Instinctively, I put my hand in front of my face to catch myself.  Meanwhile, Leah could feel me going down behind her, so she instinctively stuck her butt out to help catch my fall.  The situation resulted in my hand full-on fondling poor Leah and bringing her down with me in the process.  The best part is that I am 98% sure that NOBODY IN THE ENTIRE BAND saw it.  But Leah and I know what happened...and that's all the proof either of us need.

 The second incident caused by my inability to walk happened as I scurried to my 8:00 TTh Analysis of Music class in RSL 121.  I am pretty sure that I made it to class on time ZERO times the entire semester, with a typical arrival time of 8:02 - 8:08 am.  I was rolling in at around 8:04 on this particular Thursday morning, and if you are familiar with Russell Hall, you know that there are three steps that go up to the back door of 121 (if you aren't familiar with Russell Hall...well, now you know.)  I could see that the door was open just a crack as I was heading up the steps.  I eagerly reached for the door handle before I had reached the top of the steps.  So of course I tripped on the top step and fell into the door and shut it.  When I had regained my composure, I tried to open the door only to discover it was locked.  So I tripped into the door and locked myself out of my class.  I stood there for a moment with my head on the door, thinking to myself, "This is really my life right now....Welp.  Guess I'm not going to Analysis now..." As I turned to walk away, the door opened and I went to class, my head hanging with shame and disappointment.

I know it's hard to believe, but I actually have one more story to share regarding my lack of coordination/balance/grace/swag/cool/etc....

I decided to wear a skirt and look extra nice/professional on the day I was teaching my second lesson for my Level II Field Observation.  I normally changed between my field experience and heading to campus for the day, but I was feeling pretty good and decided to keep my nice clothes on.  Mistake #1.  I don't remember why, but I skipped lunch at my usual time.  As I headed to Biscotti's to quickly grab something before working in the office for a few hours, I noticed my car (which I had parked in 30 minute parking behind Russell...Mistake #2...they get hazy from here, so I'm going to stop listing my mistakes) was being ticketed.  So I ran to my car, demanding the guy writing the ticket to stop because I was going to move it (I ended up moving it to the other 30 minute parking section on the north side of Russell.)  Side note: ran into the ticket guy a couple weeks later and got the stink eye from him...then he started to back away from me (don't mess with me.)  So I really didn't have time to go to Biscotti's and decided to go to the little snack place in Curris Business Building across the street.  I got there at 1:25...and of course, it shut down at 1:15.  I was really hungry and knew that if I didn't eat before Orchestra rehearsal (which was right after my work session) I would have wanted to smack everyone within 500 feet of me (I get grumpy when I'm tired/hungry.)  So I resolved to be a little late to work and try Biscotti's again.  I was briskly walking in that direction, thinking about how late I was going to be to work, and suddenly was just...on the ground.  I honestly don't know what happened...but I hit the ground hard.  Only one person saw it and as soon as he found out I was alright, continued on his way.  I ended up putting massive holes in my tights (which I had just bought!) and severely skinning both my knees and hands.  I think the most injured part of me was my ego though...seriously, who just falls down for no apparent reason other than having no balance?!?! 

So there you have it...three stories about my foolishness, as well as the first update of this blog since June.  I'm working on some more reflective posts, but I don't quite have them sorted out yet...so they will have to wait.  I will, however, leave you with this song, which I've been digging a lot this evening.



"All the Poor and Powerless" -- All Sons and Daughters