Today was going as your average day. although I really didn't want to be a person today, I went to school happy, and nothing had gone wrong. I arrive, and we just chill. then, it was time to do these weird circle-loop-airplane-thingamagiggers. so we make that, and have the cutest team name. we were the "heat waves (climate change sucks)" we came in 4th, and then it was time for recess. my best friend Addi, had already gotten the swing, and was swinging doing some cool tricks. I was never really interested in actually doing the tricks, but I liked watching them. all of the girls in the 6th grade were doing these front flips, backflips, and even wrapping themselves around the swing midair. I wanted to give the backflip thingy a try, and that is exactly what I did. the swing was on my lower back, like it was supposed to be. everything was OK. I swing and put my feet in the air, like I was supposed to. it was now time to flip. I waited for the right moment, and I had no idea what I was doing. I try to flip, and bam. it was like the first second, you see me, the literal iron giant, standing, about to swing. the next, you see this pile of mass with some extremely long legs dangling around it.
moving back and fourth as it visibly struggles to stay on the moving peice of flimsy plastic. then, within the third second, you see that same pile of mass fly through the air with arms and legs everywhere, including the head landing right on the bottom of everything else. yes, head first into woodchips. WOODCHIPS. I had fallen, face first- into a great mound of woodchips. now, it really didn't hurt that bad, and i had tried to cover by laying on the ground. just sitting there, holding back tears. finally, I stand up, walk over to the pole and throw my face into my arms and just sob. now, again, I didn't hurt, but with all of the adrenaline and fear doing cartwheels in my veins meanwhile my stomach just did the same thing I did but into my guts. I'm still crying trying to hide the visible pain in my face. I'm wiping away salty rivers of tears from my overflowing tear ducts as I'm fake laughing to try to cover for the mildly traumatic experience that had just previously occurred. that landing was something that needed to be worked on, but was guaranteed that it would never be worked on again. we sat onto the bench outside, as I'm Still trying to hide my tomato-red face freshly drenched in ocean water from my eyes. we sit and chat and then finally go inside. I sit down, traumatized. my hair is all screwed up, and really, I'm just a hot mess. sitting in my chair trying to learn "limes" in Spanish on duolingo. then I go home and basically just die on the couch.
So anyway, how was your day?
