Clumsiness

I decided in my junior year of high school, with the help of Matt, Sadie, and Kat, that I was reckless because I was always hurting people or spilling something on them. All on accident of course. My favorite example was on the pool deck. Sadie Mae was relaxing in the sun, sipping on a full bottle of lemonade. I failed to see the drink in her hand, leaped on her in excitement, and spilled the sticky drink all over her shirt...recklessness.


I like to think that college has changed me already. Sadly though, the biggest change I have seen is that I am no longer reckless, but clumsy. Thankfully no one here has been hurt by me yet, but boy I need to get my act together. This morning for instance, I have spilled water three times already. Two days ago I accidentally killed our fish Thiz (RIP). I haven't tripped on any stairs yet, but have slipped in a couple puddles. So although I am not very graceful, at least I get a couple good laughs during the day, and hopefully others do to.

The main victims of my recklessness.