Don’t worry I won’t use the oblivious: “that one time I found out my dad died” that would just be boring wink
(Please note, for this and every post yet to come: I have a twisted kind of humor, especially concerning anything related to the death of my dad. My mom thinks it’s a copying mechanism but I’m pretty sure it’s just part of my warped personalty…. I hope I don’t offend anybody in any way.)
That one time in Rome when my whole class was drunk (including the teachers) except me (I don’t drink, never liked the taste) and I thought it would be a good idea to take 3 of my very drunk friends with me back to our hotel because it was late, I was tired and all I wanted to do was sleep. I ended up being a prop for one ’cause she couldn’t walk, holding hands with another ’cause she kept running of wanting to impress strangers with her Italian skills, and yelling at the last ’cause she kept taking the map out of my hands and I really really just wanted to get back to our hotel. (I know, I know, I sound kinda bitchy but I seriously can’t stress enough how bad my Rome experience was).
That one time I got stung by a wasp on my hand, went to Rome and forgot the antibiotics.
That one time I got stung by a wasp on my hand, went to Rome, forgot the antibiotics, had a gaggle of girls swarm around me after a very long and hard day telling me my hand looked worse than it had this morning and that I should go back to the hotel immediately. Idiot that I am I do just that (with the teachers permission of course), only to forget the way to the hotel, get out at the wrong tube station, have a screaming match with my mom back home and break down crying in some dark alley near the train station because I was lost and didn’t know where to go. (Again, I can’t stress enough how bad the Rome trip was…)
That one time I had really short hair (imagine Emma Watson that one time only blonde. Ok maybe not that short because that would make me look all baldish, but you get my drift am I right?) so everybody in class started calling me Draco Malfoy and would yell “10 points from Slytherin!” whenever I was late, answered a teacher’s question incorrectly, forgot my homework or attracted attention to myself in any other way (needless to say I didn’t say a word all through 11th grade).
The gazillion times I had to go to dance class (a proper Austrian lady simply must know how to ball room dance (is it just me or did you just read that sentence in a British accent as well..?)) and almost every time I was one of the girls last picked. I swear by the end of that my self esteem was so crushed you couldn’t even see it anymore. My self esteem was dust to you.