I refuse to believe that I will never be suave. So time after time, I allow optimism into my heart and come to believe that I am capable of executing life smoothly. Take my biostat midterm this morning. I was convinced that I was well prepared (oh how you proved me wrong, test) but even more, I was convinced that I could exit the test without much trouble. After all, there was only 1 student to the left of me. I just needed to pick up my backpack, tilt to the side, and scoot past him with my backpack lifted up, so as not to disturb him, and then I'd be all set.
If only. If only. If only. Instead, I managed to step on my shoelaces for the first time in years, trip, and then miraculously catch my backpack on the handrail at the edge of the row, so I ended up tripping right in front of the guy I was trying not to disturb, and my backpack hung half on his desk and half on the banister. Of course.
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