After being submerged as usual into the almost endless crowd of little kids, as I was walking with my folder in my hand, it suddenly decided not to be in my favour, and the heap load of sheets I had in there casually slipped out one by one, spilling all over the floor. The embarrassment I felt in that moment is almost too colossal to put into words.
For a minute I debated just standing there, doing nothing, just to avoid accepting what had just happened. Sure I'm making it sound like a big deal, but it had such a great impact. Obviously the crowd paused and I promise you it reflected those slow motion moments in movies. Luckily for me one of my teachers was with me and instructed everyone to "step back, step back." I greatly appreciate, but of course this just increased the attention directed towards me.
As I gathered up my pieces of paper which in that moment symbolized my last shreds of dignity, I began to consider the rest of my future in this school. Sigh, anyway my lovely teacher assisted me in picking them up, and as we carried on the last lengths of the journey, I said to her with one of those nervous terror-filled laughs "Well that was embarrassing!"
If there is one thing I would like to leave you with, it is that the movies lie to you! The archetypal high school girl who drops her books on the floor is serendipitously assisted by the hot (or not) teenage boy. But nooo...in my case, I was just...there. In the middle of the corridor, humiliated.
