How NOT to start the first day of school

Posted by E-George on August 20, 2007

I wore sandals today that I was sure are designed for vigorous walking. They’re Teva’s for the love of all that is the mac’n'cheesiest - granted last season’s design, but should that make a difference? I walked vigorously in them to class (approximately 1.2 miles) and and equally vigorously back from class (approximately 1.2 miles) only to note a distinct and unpleasant sensation on the bottom of my foot. A blister! Wearing into the base of the ball of my foot; one on each foot. I didn’t get all the way back to the car before the right-foot blister broke. That stings like 27 mutha-fekkers. I’m sure my face screwed up into all kinds of bizarre contortions as I tried to delicate pirouette the rest of the way to the car so as to not further aggravate my stOOpid injury.

Hardly seems equitable to start the first day of school off by crippling myself. I think it’s probably a case where my amygdala hijacked my brain’s impulse-control and reactionary spaces in an overwhelming panic over the school and work schedule and had my body sabotage itself without my awareness, or, needless to say, consent. Had the hippocampus been involved, this would never have happened.

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