6. An accident.

23/09/2021, 22:06 - 22:31.

    Today, my dear reader, is the day. Do you remember this post? Well, today you’ll finally read my most iconic anecdote: being hit in the face with a football during math class.

    Picture this: you’re 15-year old me, and you’re seated right in the centre of a classroom located on the top floor of your highschool, taking math class. Suddenly, something hits the left side of your face at full speed. Stunned, you look to your left, and you see that all the windows, which face the courtyard, are wide open. You then look to your right, and you see a tattered football on the floor. You haven’t noticed because you’re in shock, but your hands have unconsciously moved to cover the bottom half of your face. Everyone is looking at you with wide eyes, including your math teacher, who asks “Are you okay?” You move your hands off your face and see a lot of blood. You answer “No.”

    You’re still 15-year-old me, and now you’re running out of the classroom to get to the nearest restroom on the floor, which is in the opposite wing. You take a turn, and suddenly you find that approximately thirty students are sitting on the corridor floor taking a physics class. At the end of the school day you’ll find out they were there because some other class was using their classroom to take a two-hour long exam and so they’d had to take their physics class right there on the floor, but right now you’re just trying to jump over them as quickly as possible and trying not to get any blood on them.

    You finally reach the restroom, and so you spend ten minutes hunched over the sink, waiting for the worst nosebleed of your life to stop. It does eventually go away, and so you wash your face, you look at your reflection in the mirror, and then you proceed to have a huge laughing fit, all by yourself, after finally processing the whole situation and how incredibly ridiculous everything about it has been. Then you leave the restroom and walk back to your classroom, seeing the trail of blood droplets you’ve left along the corridor and once again skipping through the group of sitting students.

    You get back to your seat, you finish your math lesson, and you then proceed to have yet another laughing fit over the whole thing, but this time accompanied by your classmates. Congratulations, you now have a bizarre accident to tell everyone about when they ask you for an anecdote!