This week has been full of embarrassing moments.
where to begin?
On Tuesday morning I had my second math quiz - so naturally, being the IB graduate that I am,
I studied the entire week and was very prepared for the quiz.
Monday night = cram night [don't worry mom, it's pre-calc - and I took up to calc in high school
so it's just like a review - even if it is kind of difficult]
So I was with Kate and Chris studying/reviewing for math and psych [i had a psych quiz on wednesday]
we did a lot, and understood most of it so we called it a night.
I felt super cool riding my bike home, with the head light and brake light on [they are required, it was not a personal choice] It was really late, so i thought to myself, "I don't need to stop at the cross walks if the light is red, i can just go straight through - oh and i'll go really fast too."
Well, that's what I did - until i saw a car at the first intersection.
"should i go?"
"can i make it?"
"ugh! i'll just stop."
Because i was going really fast and it took me too long to decide if i should stop or not i thought i should hold the left hand brake down as hard as I could.
The left hand brake is for the front wheel, and it is very sensitive - so when i held it down as hard as i could, it made the front wheel come to a complete stop - and made me go flying over the bike causing the bike to
flip over me.
I landed on the pavement in shock.
"did that really just happen?!"
In fear that the car had seen me, i quickly got up, got on my bike, and rode to my dorm.
About 10 seconds later i just laughed to myself, my hands were all scratched with road rash, but it was
kind of funny.
Thank goodness this happened at an hour when everyone else was inside.
Lesson learned = I now use the right hand brake, which is less sensitive, and slows down the back wheel.
oh and i stop at all the cross walks.
Story 2: Elevator Mayhem
On Sunday night my friend Katie invited me to come over and watch a movie.
I got to meet her roommates, who were nice, and watch The Pink Panther.
It was good.
Ok, i was just saying that to be polite, I kind of don't like Steve Martin, but it was better than I thought it would be. After the movie, I decided to go back to my dorm, but because Katie lives high up, I had to use the elevator to get down to the ground floor.
When the elevator doors opened up, there were about ten/eleven girls "dressed up" [if you can even call it that] inside.
I was like "errhhh"
and then stepped inside.
They surrounded me. One girl complemented my glasses and said they were very "Clark Kent."
One girl was like, "you're so adorable - can i get a picture with you?"
I agreed and smiled.
The girl with the camera then said, "give him a kiss - he doesn't mind"
My face must have showed exactly was I was thinking
[gross girls no]
because the girls across from me started cracking up.
but there were ten/eleven of them and before I knew what was happening i was getting a little peck on the cheek from a possible virus carrying college girl.
Then we got to the first floor and all of them flooded out.
One girl turned around and said,
"You're a trooper - what's your name?"
"Max --- Poirier"
and then the doors closed and I was going back up.
So after I went back up, I went back down, and finally made it back to my dorm.
My thought, "what just happened?"
Story 3: Another Bike Story
The day after my first bike incident - another one occured.
Luckily again, this one happened at night. [so no one saw, i hope]
You know bikers who are riding on the street and then they do this hop thing, where they pull up on the
handle bars, almost like they're picking up the bike, in order to get on the sidewalk?
Well I was leaving Institute Monday night and I thought I could do it.
Instead, I crashed into the curb, flew forward [not off though] and stumbled to keep myself standing.
I hurt my ankle, but besides that I survived.
Again, i got on my bike and quickly fled the scene.
Lesson learned: I don't try bike tricks anymore.
is changing others
but for me,
it's been one long
Lesson Learned - Be your own best friend.