The Rest Of Life Pales In Significance, I'm Looking For Someone With Whom To Dance...

The Magnetic Fields - With Whom To Dance


So yesterday was my last day at football. I won't lie to you, it's gotten to the point that I'm very tired all the time, and I was super super pumped that it finally ended. The last week or so there, we've been doing essentially nothing. There's been no reason for us to be there. I taped a few people, and handed out some ice, but did nothing a trained monkey couldn't do.

But I just got my clinical assignment for next semester. I'll be working women's gymnastics and women's crew. I hate to say that these are two sports I know very little about. Football, yes. Gymnastics? Crew? No. But I'm super excited, and I guess I'll figure it out as I go.


But that's not the point of this post. So I have three exams today, two of which have already occured this morning. So naturally I spent all of last night studying. So I'm in the library, and I see one of my friends, so (obviously) I choose to whip my pen at him. As I'm what we call "uncoordinated," and "unskilled," and "an idiot," I missed terribly, and it went flying across the library.

"Shit," I say, as I get up to chase after it. So I warn the girl who's chair it's under to not be too creeped out as I bend down under her. It was a little awkward. And then as I'm walking back, I see some girl laughing at me. Gigawhat??

So I say to her, "oh girl please, what're you laughing at?"

"That you just looked like an idiot in front of a bunch of people."

"Oh, right. Good thing they're strangers, and I'll probably never see them again."

"You really think people are just going to forget you? And everytime people see you on the street, they're going to think of this moment."

"Damn. You're right. Let's be friends."


So point of the story, I made a new friend. But I don't remember her name. Shit. So perhaps, that was both the hopeful beginning and crushing end of our friendship. But I suppose what can you do?