I don't even take naps, but somehow I believe that lie. Every. Single. Day. , the empty promise of a nap gets me out of bed in the morning.
I sit up in bed and my eyes fall on the two posters in my dorm room. The first one says KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON. Facing that, on the opposite wall, is another one, a Christmas gift from my brother: NOW PANIC AND FREAK OUT.
That about sums up the past two weeks. Nothing major, no crazy health scares or anything, but academics were starting to explode my to-do list. Is that even a valid excuse? I should make more of an effort to keep up with my posts (I can't believe it's been almost two weeks! oops) but I guess I should also make more of an effort to clean my room, put away my laundry, make my bed, eat my vegetables, and go to bed at a normal hour.
Anywayyyy...here's a post for you guys. Would love to hear your thoughts so I know if anyone still comes here even after my two week epic-fail of no blog posts!
At least until they found my shoes.
Earlier in the year, I was talking to my mom on the phone when I paused for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "You know the new sneakers I got just before school started? I kind of wrecked them."
My right shoe, especially, was ruined. My right side is worse than my left, and my unusual gait pattern takes a toll on my footwear (and my feet, but that's a story for a different day!). They're worn down in all the wrong places.
My mom was silent for a moment, and then....
I waited to ensure I'd heard her correctly, shocked. "I don't think you heard me. I wrecked my shoes. Like wore-a-hole-into-them kind of wrecked."
"I heard you. Congratulations."
Thoroughly confused now, I checked my connection...maybe I was in a dead zone or something, and "I wrecked my shoes" was being transmitted as "I got an A+ on my chemistry exam" (which, for the record, is impossible).
"Mom," I said, slowly and clearly this time. "I wrecked my shoes. My new shoes."
"I know!" she said.
"And those doctors said you might never walk! You go girl!"