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Topic: Embarrassed (07/19/07)
TITLE: Heavy object + Heavy backpack + Light body = Acrobats
By Allison Egley
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Being the baby of the family and the only girl, going off to college was a big event for both my parents and me. They both went down to see me off and help me set up my room. With my Dad, a road trip of any length of time always includes breakfast out. After arriving in the college town, we stopped at a local restaurant. We gave the hostess our name. She looked at us and said, "Two adults and one child?" I sheepishly informed her that I was nineteen. Somehow, I knew this wouldn't be the last time my height (or lack thereof) caused embarrassment of some sort. I was right.
As I was walking to my very first class as a freshman, I met the formidable hill that connected the dorm to the rest of the campus. I said a silent prayer, hoping I could make it, and taking comfort in the fact that there was an emergency call box halfway up the hill, just in case I didn't. Thankfully, I made it up without much trouble. The only side effect was the wheezing once I reached the top. And I'm not even an asthmatic. I looked up and wondered what brilliant mind decided to put the student health center at the top of the hill. I made it down the other side safely, and was standing on the sidewalk across the building. I must have let my guard down, because the next thing I knew, I was sprawled across the sidewalk and street with my backpack doing it's best to keep me there. Did I mention that my height and weight are equally minimal? I got up and dusted myself off.
"Are you hurt?" A guy next to me asked.
"No," I quickly replied, hoping none of the people in the crowd were in my class. Not unless you count my ego, I thought.
In addition to what I learned in my math and physics classes, I discovered one equation on my own power. Heavy object + Heavy backpack + Light body = Acrobats. This one I discovered much later in my college career. I was walking into Academic. It's that big domed building that nearly every campus has. I walked up all the stairs, opened the big door, and promptly forgot about the step leading into the actual building. I tripped over the step and let go of the door. Suddenly, I was sitting on the floor about a foot from the door with the door closed behind me. The door had pushed me the rest of the way in. A guy walking past snickered at me. Why does it always have to be a member of the opposite gender that sees me in these predicaments? And why is it always a cute member of the opposite gender?
My final tale involves a boy. Again. But this time, he was about twelve years younger than me. I've decided that there should be a minimum height requirement for teachers, to save embarrassment of us "shorties." Either that, or a maximum height for students. Students should not be taller than their teacher. Especially in fourth grade. One day as I was lining up the class to go to lunch, I realized I forgot to turn off the projector and had left the remote in my desk. I walked over to the projector and stared up at it. I put my hand up in the air. I jumped. Finally, I conceded. I looked at the tallest student in the class. "Hey, uh, Brian, I can't reach the projector to turn if off. Can you get it for me?" Without so much as standing on his tiptoes, Brian reached up and turned off the projector. "Thanks," I replied, while my face turned red. As I led the class down the hall, I could hear the students snickering in the background.
Oh yes, my size has gotten the better of me many times. But most of the time, I've gotten the better of it. You see, I have the trump card. I know that my God is bigger than any of it. Thanks to that, I can laugh in the face of embarrassment.
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