totally awkward tuesday

Here's another tale from the crypt...that awkward thing called college.

The second semester of my freshman year, I took this really awesome history class with a couple of friends of mine, one of them a history major. That's not really important to the story, but you know, I thought I'd throw it in there.

Anyway, we took this really awesome class. I loved the professor, she was hilarious and totally married to her job. She even told us her job ruined her marriage. But, again, not important to the story.

So, we made it to finals week and I had done pretty well in the class, it was a big class and I had answered questions right a few times. I'm not sure anyone would remember me from the class, but, you know, the professor at least recognized me in the halls and stuff. So, I'm taking my final (which was a tough one, by the way) and it was HOT. We're talking Kansas summer hot, which is really freaking hot. And humid. The class was in one of the older buildings on campus, so I wore summer clothes and some Old Navy flip flops.

So, I flip flop my way down the stairs to turn in my final and my blue book with my essays in it, turn it in and turn around to go back up the stairs and exit. I get, like, two steps up and I catch my flip flop on the stairs and start to fall forward. My flip flop holds me for a second or two, lovingly trying to stop me from complete embarrassment when all of the sudden, POP, it blows out. I fall the rest of the way forward, and my hands make a nice slapping noise when I hit the concrete stair.

I hobble up the stairs, and my flip flop is more like a flip, flop, SLAP, flip, flop, SLAP with the blown out shoe. I exit the room and as the door closes, I hear my two friends snorting and laughing.

I waited for them to finish their tests and they flip flop while I flip flop SLAP all the way back to the dorms. They laughed the entire way.

Thanks, guys.

And I never wore a pair of Old Navy flip flops ever again.

Totally Awkward Tuesday

I stumbled upon this post idea a couple of times and I love it! (And really, the most exciting thing that's happened today was buying a new planner...so....yeah...)

Here goes, my first T.A.T. ever...

As some of you know, I ran track and cross country in high school. I was pretty serious about it and my parents put me in summer track and I trained with a guy at Wesley (a hospital in Wichita) that was really awesome. He actually was in the Olympic Trails for the marathon, that kind of caliber of runner.

ANYWAY...my freshman year of high school a few of us were invited to try out to be a part of an AAU Nationals team called the Brocaw Blazers, coached by this really strange guy who thought he was a voodoo doctor or something.

But that's neither here nor there.

The point is, my BFF and my ex-boyfriend and a few other people from my high school team ended up making the team and being able to travel to Nationals in Tennessee. We traveled by bus (there were like 150 people on this team, mind you...so we had three bus loads of kids aged 5-18...crazy stuff).

So, my mom packed me all up with stuff and sent me off to run in a measly little 4K race. Easy peasy.

Or so I thought.

I came down with a cold. A really NASTY cold, it was actually allergies, but built itself into a cold. And remember that voodoo doctor thing? This is where it comes into play.

My coach didn't believe in medicine.

So I had to sneakily take DayQuil so he didn't know I was sick.

Did you know DayQuil and running don't mix? Yeah, me neither.

I made it a quarter mile into the race and PASSED OUT. I awoke to my coaches dad pulling me off the course so I didn't get trampled by the other girls. He was like 80. But he was way nicer than my stupid coach.

And, for some reason, my parents let me go back the next year...

We've only scratched the surface that is the awkwardness of Catie...tune in next week!