Reflections on Falling Down a Flight of Stairs.

Apparently I had charcoal dust from UTD’s art department on the bottom of my shoes. At least that’s what it looked like. The stairs in the Johnson building are coated in this slick plastic, for God knows what reason. I somehow got away with just a bruised leg and a very painful bump on the back of my head. The bump being caused by a pleasant slam of my head into one of the steps. I’ve suddenly realized how great being alive is — and how much I hate stairs, though I hold no animosity towards escalators.