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You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
I fell.
As if I don't have enough body pain from plain ole' stress, I now have a skinned knee, two raw hands, and a bruised ego.
I tripped over evil, evil pavement, lost my balance, then failed to regain it before being pulled down by my bag. Unlike last time this happened (outside of Park Hall, freshman year) people came over to help me, and I managed to get up without crying or feeling like I had just ruined my cool, street-wise exterior.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah." The fall stunned me, I think. I was staring at the palms of my hands. They hurt too much to not be cut open. Plus I felt pretty exposed, sitting there on the ground all banged-up, but I faked some sense of composure. "Just a little clumsy."
"Oh no, you see that pavement?" she pointed to the cracked uneven sidewalk where I had just stepped. "All over campus! I do that all the time." she smiled and asked if I needed a hand.
I managed to gather my senses, pull myself up, thank the kind strangers and limp to the nearest bathroom to clean myself up.
The worst thing of all? I ripped a hole in my favorite pair of jeans! I mean, skin heals, but it's impossible these days to find a good pair of blue jeans.
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
