It’s back to school time! And I’m watching all my mommy and daddy friends post pictures and status updates… feeling reminiscent and proud of their kids, and a little weirded out about how quiet the house is. Well, here’s a laugh for you.
Let me paint the picture for you… it’s my first day of freshman year of high school. It’s also my first day of public school in a long time. It’s my first day with new students, as I was transferring between school districts. I was nervous. I was a little afraid.
Mom had taken me to campus the week before so I could check out where my locker was and try the combination on the lock.
We walked the campus so I would have a better idea of where each of my classes were located. I was ready.
And then the first day of school came.
It rained the night before.
And I’m a clutz.
And rain and clutzes don’t mix well together.
I was slightly late to school. You see, I wasn’t in a hurry to get there (since I already knew where I was going).
So, I was slightly jogging through campus – but at least I knew where I was going.
In the middle of campus, I rounded the corner to head to my locker… and I missed the sidewalk by a step… and my foot hit a mud puddle… and I SLID. And then I kept sliding… until I was no longer sliding.
I was now SITTING… in a mud puddle… in the middle of campus… on the first day of my freshman year of high school… in a skirt.
Thankfully I had a change of clothes with me. But that meant that I wore my P.E. clothes the entire first day of school.
But at least I knew where I was going.