Call me Grace

Every time I attempt to tell myself, "Beth, you are not that clutsy," I am pleasantly surprised.

A few days ago after wishing a third form class a good day, I turned right around and walked into a fan. Obviously I added a bow in at the end to save what little pride I had left. Usually following these situations, I begin to remind myself that this doesn't happen that often and that I haven't tripped that much in the streets of Benque and that this is the first fan I've walked into since teaching out here.

One day later: One of my students was cleaning the chapel for a detention and I was going in to bring the chairs I left in there back into my office. I picked up the nice, wooden chair and as I lifted it, the top ricocheted off the wall and rammed right into my face. Yes, into my face. Ow. I don't really remember what my student did...I think he just kind of stared and said "Are you okay?" I scuttled out of the room with my hand clutched to my head saying, "Yes, yes."

Sigh.