Class Klutz
Ok, I have the dubious honor of having been voted Class Klutz during my senior year in High School. It’s a long story, but the short of it was a very humiliating performance with a jump rope during Sophomore year So-Jr-Sr relays. It wasn’t pretty. The pressure got to me. I was sixteen.
Well, now…ugh…I earned my “crown” yet again. I knew there was ice on the driveway. I saw the ice on the driveway. I had just got done warning my kids about the ice in the driveway. Down I went, anyway. I’m not exactly hurt, but falling on your doopa (it’s polish, google it 
)when you’re sixteen is one thing. When you’re over 35, um, it’s a “whole nutha.” I was fine yesteray, now my whole left side feels like one giant charlie horse.
Not that I would wish an injury upon myself, but for once, I’d like to be doing something heroic. “I was saving a boxful of puppies from a burning building when I tripped over a falling, flaming beam.” “I threw myself on a grenade to save Brad Pitt and Apolo Ohno.”
No, for me it’s always: Well, I was stepping off my porch…I was opening the car door…I was walking around a big couch…There was this piece of paper, it was very pointy.
But…I have motrin. Lots and lots of motrin.
Can’t say I was class klutz (I was “Most likely to turn a teacher’s hari gray), but please know you aren’t alone. See my post on your last blog–my broken ankle?? I got it STEPPING OFF THE SIDEWALK while walking out to my car. Computer bag shifted and over I went. (and I joined you in the ice pile yesterday, although I just got a scraped knee). Do they still do the so-jr-sr relays?
Comment by Phyllis — December 11, 2007 @ 8:46 pm
I believe they do still have the so-jr-sr relays or some version of them. I gotta say, I don’t remember if I participated except as a specatator after that. Basically, I am no dam# good at any sport involving a ball or a puck. You won’t usually catch me running unless someone is chasing me. And to be honest, about the award, I was at least in some way honored. Hey, people bothered to get out the vote :)!
Comment by Robin Dec — December 11, 2007 @ 9:29 pm
Slipping on the ice over the last few days does NOT mean you are Klutz. Dozens of people have been in local emergency rooms in the last few days for ice slip and falls. I checked for work. So that doesn’t make you a Klutz.
Breaking your toe on a giant, always been there, couch while walking through my living room, THAT makes you a klutz. But as you know. It’s genetic. (I’m always tripping, crashing into things.)
RR
Comment by Rebecca — December 12, 2007 @ 3:14 am
My link’s been wrong on here since the get go. I kluztilly typed it in incorrectly the first time. Duh.
RR
Comment by Rebecca Regnier — December 12, 2007 @ 3:18 am
Nah, as Rebecca said, slipping on ice doesn’t make you a klutz. Heck, I was … lessee, Feb. 1992 … still 30, in the Navy, in uniform, on an Air Force base outside of Denver walking to class with a bunch of other sailors, and did the same thing … immediately after we had intentionally slid across the stuff! No one laughed, and I wasn’t the only one down either. Now, I’n I had slid into one of those snowbanks around that glossy parking lot, then I would have been a klutz!
Comment by LunaPierCook — December 12, 2007 @ 4:58 am
oh, and with respect to the so-jr-sr relays–I couldn’t participate my junior year–I was on crutches because I dislocated my knee while walking my dog. (and I was an athlete in high school and college!
Comment by Phyllis — December 13, 2007 @ 1:22 pm
I am feeling your pain. I too fell down after that last ice storm. However, I fell on my butt, in front of my daughter’s middle school, on my way to substitute teach. Want to see 100+ kids laugh like they just heard THE best comedian…..and then there is the one kid who has her head in her book bag because she CANNOT believe I just did that “to her”!! WHAT??
Comment by Cheryl K — December 14, 2007 @ 9:59 am
You substitute teach! I am bowing down in homage to you. I do the room mom thing (which is totally fun) but about all I can handle.
Now…what I LOVE is telling (what I think) is a funny joke in front of roomful of adults in class and having it bomb. Sometimes I feel like Michael Scott from The Office.
Comment by Robin Dec — December 14, 2007 @ 10:21 am