Falling up the Stairs....nice.

Today, walking to Spanish through the Student Center, dreading walking out into the cold, blustery weather, I had my hands in my pockets. Now, this is not necessarily a bad thing...except if one has a tendency to fall up stairs. On the way up to the stairs to the Rotunda, I proceeded to do my little trick of falling up the stairs. Unfortunately, I couldn't get my hands out of my pockets. I managed to break my fall, somewhat, with my backpack. I lay on the floor laughing, and a kid who had seen me fall helped me up as he suppressed his laughter. It was actually pretty funny. It's a good thing that I'm not mortified easily with public displays of clumsiness-otherwise I might have been severely traumatized. As it is, I'm able to have a good laugh at myself and marvel at my amazing abilities in regard to falling up the stairs.