Feel free to laugh at my insanity.
My student and I were casually talking on the way back to my office from class. She’s coming to a conference with me and about 10 other students next month, and we were discussing the logistics behind the travel arrangements.
Walking and talking. Should have known I couldn’t do two things at once.
We got to about 14 concrete steps, and she pointed out her vehicle, “The Bucket,” to me. “The Bucket” is apparently legendary among our students, and she is quite fond of her lovingly-named vehicle. So she pointed it out; and I took the first step down.
I don’t exactly remember how many steps I skipped hopping as I fell face forward down to the ground, but two thoughts immediately rushed through my mind:
1. If I fall and bust my knees, I can’t run!!!
2. THIS IS GOING TO HURT.
At the last three steps (after stumbling down, getting closer and closer to falling flat on my face), I had a choice – allow myself to fall and deal with the consequences or…
I jumped. In heels. And didn’t fall.
Ladies and gentlemen, yes, that is what we call talent.
And then I passed gas in front of the student.