So instead of working on a rather daunting paper that is still very much in the worrying stage (that sits looming before the thinking stage-- which is WAY before the writing stage) I've decided to sit down and rehearse to you an event that happened last week.
Last Thursday I ran into my Asian Humanities class about a minute and a half late. The teacher was at the front of the class, bringing it to order and calling on someone to pray. Now there are many seats in this quite full classroom and I usually sit near the front when I want to see the board, so I was rushing in between two rows which were placed a bit too close together. The praying boy stood up and everybody got quiet then WHAM. My foot went through some Swiss boy's backpack strap and put a very abrupt stop to my scurrying. I flew admirably and landed with a smack full length along the floor. I couldn't quite catch myself since there was a partially drunken breakfast shake in one hand so I landed hard without a shred of grace (save for the shake that miraculously stayed in its cup). Everywhere were feet, backpacks, and I could hear the chorus of Oh's and Are-You-Ok's? scattered above me as every student craned their necks and raised themselves out of their seats to see my spectacle.
I tried to get to my feet, but I only had one injured hand and my knee was stinging. Plus my foot seemed to only get more and more tangled during my attempt. The owner of this malicious bag finally had to get off his seat and unwrap my legs from the bag and I was able to get up. All around me were staring eyes, some concerned, some empathetically embarrassed. The two boys ahead of me scooted their desks away from me, giving me the room I obviously need when maneuvering. When I finally sat down and assured the baited class about 4 times that I was fine the other standing student was finally allowed to pray. I could hardly keep silent during the prayer because I kept erupting in not-so-silent laughter. Chuckle chuckle. So funny!
So cheers to me!
This one if part of a 10 hour project I have to do for my New Testament class. If I'm being bold I call it "Rejoicers Among the Mourners" (but I don't think I'll be bold about this one). It's the Marys running in to tell the apostles that Christ is risen. Despite how ridiculously long this took me I don't like it much. It's so stiff, and I can't really paint. It just looks so basic. Maybe I'll try this again once my skills are warmed up. But I like the idea.