Monday night, right before I fell asleep, by the grace of God i realized something; that I had a HUGE paper due in my music class the next morning. I considered turning it in late, or skipping class, all of which were knocked down by the "I WILL TAKE NO LATE PAPERS" that I remembered she would stress at the end of all my professor's emails and lectures when talking about this big assignment.
New plan: Wake up before my 8 am class, at 6 am, write the paper, print it out and go to English. So far so good. woke up, got a mocha Starbucks Frap out of the vending machine, and cranked out the paper. Printed it out, went to English when my friend reminded me I should have made it double spaced. Thankfully, got out of class a few mins early to rush to the library and reprint it this time double spaced.
I was pushing it on time, booking it to class. Almost to class, crossing the crosswalk right infront of the building, tripped and fell in the middle of the street. embarassing. Tried to play it off and get up quick to go back to the sidewalk and brush my knees and hands off. A kid pedestrian boy stopped to make sure I was okay and I assured him I was, until I looked down. I panicked at all the blood, and said "I don't know what to do!" He awkwardly didnt either so i sent him on his way. That's when I realized the rock. Stuck in my knee.
With my paper in my hand I considered still going to class to turn it in, but that was a stupid option. there was so much blood dripping down my leg! My first instinct: Call my best pal Claire. Bad news. claire was in class. At this point I'm freaking myself out and start limping my way across campus to the wellness center. Call Patrick. He's asleep in bed. Call Graham. THANK YOU for answering. Graham talked to my crying, panicking, wounded self all the way til I got to the health center. I got my act together so that I could talk to the nurse, but as soon as I told her what was wrong, I broke down in tears at the words "There's a rock stuck in me!" Told you I was dramatic.
The nurse took me back, cleaned up my knee, took the rock out (without warning....I panicked) But when she held it up i asked "Can I have it?" YES. she cleaned it up and it is currently sitting on my desk. She told me I could come back in an hour for my stitches. I sat with some friends (Ethan and Josh) in the d-hall (only after crying again) after telling my story, was able to turn my paper in YES and head back and get my 2 stitches.
The best summary is me laying on the grass on the mall, after telling my friends what happened and saying "I'm a wounded animal!" Other quotes from the day "I'm a wounded fox!!!" and "I'm a wounded soldier!" GOODTIMES.
Warning: Don't Look at this if you hate blood:
Picture I snuck on the elevator to the nurse to send to dad so he could access the situation:
Note: rock is in there somewhere.
GOODNEWS: Bought my plane ticket to Spain to visit my sister after exams. CANT WAIT
GOODNEWS: I LOVE HARRY POTTER
GOODNEWS: I LOVE EMINEM
GOODNEWS: I'm going to Rockbridge this weekend. We own the place.
GOODNEWS: I'm done. you can quit reading now.
