T Minus 3 days til I go home!
The rest of today, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday before 6:30 is all the time I have left here before I go home. But I wouldn't be going home if it wasn't for my skateboard incident which happened the first day of the Fall semester. I just came back from hanging out with some friends who I have met in the summer semester, and as I was walking back my feet had the urge to skateboard. I noticed a pretty steep road right next to my halls. It's Burrowes street, and it looked like so much fun that I had to go. I ran to my dorm, grabbed my skateboard, and headed up to Curtain Rd to the top of the steep road. I got on my board and with one kick, I was already gaining a bunch of speed. I really didn't feel like how steep it was so I slowed down occasionally by lightly making contact with the sole of my sneakers with the road. Tired of constantly slowing down, I made a decision that I would suck up my fear and fly down the road. I was doing great...up until my board began to wobble. It was all downhill from here...hahaha get it?
Anyways, my board began to wobble more the faster I became. I kept trying to regain control of the board but the wobble would start again every time I, tried to regain my balance. I looked ahead and saw that the road would begin to change to zero slope and I figured I would lose a lot of speed. To my dismay, a couple feet before the road straightened out, the road suddenly became rocky and sandy. I knew there was nothing I could possibly do to save myself from giving the concrete a high five with my body so I began looking for the best place where I could fall. Luckily my loss of balance decided where I would fall. So yea, I ended up falling forwards (actually I remember posing like superman in the air which is quite awesome) and fell on my left knee. Luckily, for some weird reason, instead of placing both my arms in front of me, only my left arm tried to brace for the fall, and my right arm just flew right in front of my face without me even thinking about it. It must have been my subconscious side doing it because if my hand wasn't there, I'd probably have smacked my face pretty darn hard on the road. But unfortunately for my right knee, I didn't have a third arm to save it, and that's the part if my body that I ended up falling on top on. I stayed on the floor for about a while and in the corner of my eye, I saw a man looking at me, and just stood there. What a great bystander. He deserves a medal for watching me struggle to get up. Anyways, I got up and felt an immense amount pain but I had to get back home. I struggled back up the road, arrived at my hall, waited literally 10 minutes for the elevator, screamed profanity that I ripped my favorite jeans, took a shower, massaged my knee which was pretty bloody for 10 minutes, and fell asleep, only to wake up to the pain of my knee as I rolled face-down in my sleep. This is why I am going home this week. That and because my insurance doesn't cover me here. Plus, it's my birthday.