9.5

We are in the middle of state-mandated testing at school and the counselors are in charge. While the students are testing, Carol (the other counselor) and I walk the halls just to make sure everything is going as it should. Well, I guess I wore the wrong flip-flops today because they were extremely noisy as I walked. I tried to be quiet by tip-toeing down the stairs but the noise from my foot slipping out from under me, my shoe flying down the stairs and across the lobby, my butt hitting 3-4 stairs, and trying to keep not-so-nice words from coming out of my mouth, was much louder than any flip-flop could ever be. Don't worry, I wasn't hurt badly; I did scrape two knuckles and my ankle is a little sore, but I'll be fine. The funniest part was the little boy in Kindergarten who was behind me and the mother coming in the front door to check her child out. The looks on both of their faces were priceless; they both had the same look. They wanted to laugh at me, pretend they didn't see anything, and be concerned for me all at the same time. I really felt worse for them than I did for myself. I'm just glad there aren't any hall cameras focused on the stairs.