Embarrassing Moments: Vol. 3

If you thought you’d never read one of these again, well first of all, I appreciate your optimism, and second of all, you severely underestimated the amount of stupidity I let into my life. Anyway, it was a perfectly wintery night. The frostbite was nipping at my nose. Our Narnia-like lampposts illuminated the snow like millions of little shooting stars zipping about the sky. I held a piping-hot cup of mocha in one hand, and a Stillwells in the other. All was well. 

Then, I slipped. Yes, I know. This was predictable and obvious. BUT in the midst of the slip, I spilled my coffee into my ice cream AND dropped my ice cream open-side-down. And then I cried. I must admit, in that moment of such sadness, I wanted to just pick up the mocha/ice cream concoction and and eat all of it. But alas! I had a few witnesses who might have been disturbed by something so pathetic.

It was a group of scared preps. Those preps probably pity me, which I’m honestly okay with, but that experience was probably life changing for them. Seeing such a put together person fall apart at something so small? If I had seen that as a prep, it would probably have forced all of the innocent, misguided hope from my heart. And for that, dear preps, I sincerely apologize.