Proof that I am an Incurable Spaz

9:32 am - 04.28.02

Here are a few lovely little tidbits that prove that I am an incurable spaz that will die before my time:

+Once in Language Arts, I was stretching and then fell out of my chair.

+Once in Math, I was getting a piece of paper from the back table, and ran into the wall.

+Yesterday, I was competing in this weird competition for my school. There were teams, and you had to make a car that would be pushed down a hill with a driver. While I did not help with the building, as I wouldn't know what a two-by-four was if it hit me on the head, I was the designated driver. When I got to the school that morning, when I drove it, I turned a bit too sharply and found myself on the ground, with the majority of the car in front of me and the back axle a few feet back. This was obviously a sign from God, but everyone just kind of laughed and put the car back together. Then, when we got to the actual competition, they pushed me rather forcefully. A few feet after the starting line, the car whipped around and flipped, and I lay laughing hysterically while my elbow bled. This was revealed to be more of a mechanical problem, however, as our second driver did the same thing, though he was coordinated enough to get out before he landed. The problem was that they made the vehicle's steering be controlled by the feet, and my feet were apparently rather spastic.

+Just a note: You're too old to jump on the bed when your head hits the ceiling.

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