For example, there is a very steep hill that essentially separates the student parking lot from the speech and hearing center. Instead of walking about a million steps out of my way to avoid the hill, I just avoid walking a million extra steps and head straight down the hill. Now, I know what you're thinking, and you're absolutely right. There's not any way I could avoid falling on that hill at least once, and thankfully it has only happened once (so far). I thought I got away without anyone seeing me fall, too. That is, until I'm sitting in the classroom and a friend walks in and asks if I am okay. (I was mostly okay. My pride was a little injured).
But that's not the only time I have fallen in public. Oh no. When I was getting my undergrad degree, I had to walk up these nice, wide steps to get into the building where I had an advising appointment. Sounds simple, and it typically is. But for some reason, on that day, I could not handle walking up any steps. And so about halfway up, I just fell. Notebooks and papers flew everywhere, and I'm pretty certain that everyone on the concourse saw it. And only one guy kind of offered to help (it was only kind of because I managed to jump up and pretend it didn't happen almost immediately).
Yet another time, I tripped when I was walking from my place to one of my undergrad classes. It was about a mile, and so I was just leisurely enjoying the afternoon. And then I saw him: a hot guy on a lawnmower, mowing a lawn that was right beside my sidewalk. So I tried to act really cool in hopes that this guy, who I would never talk to, would think I was just a really cool person. Now take that sentence, and understand that absolutely none of it worked out in that manner. We actually did briefly communicate, but it was only because I tripped directly in front of him. He couldn't exactly ignore that. And he couldn't exactly think I was really cool, either.
But the best (or worst) falling story I have has to do with when I was walking to school one day in undergrad. There was this fairly busy four-way stop along my route, and there were these 3 or 4 concrete steps leading down to it. I was carrying my books/notebooks, like a good little college student, when my feet just zipped out from under me right in the middle of the stairs! The books and notebooks flew everywhere, and my butt actually got scratched up from the pavement. Thankfully, I don't think anyone actually saw my fanny, but that still doesn't fully remedy the fact that somehow my fanny got injured. I used my superior situation-recovery skills to immediately jump up and pretend it didn't happen.
However, that didn't really impress any of the cars that were waiting at the intersection (or the people inside of them). For real, y'all, folks were just staring at me; no cars were moving. It was so embarrassing, because I had to walk across the street in front of them. I know exactly what they were thinking, too. "There goes that girl who injured her butt by falling down stairs at a four-way intersection. I can't wait to tell everyone I know about this."
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