Thursday, December 1, 2011

The Most Scared I've Ever Been

So it’s finals week.  I should be studying.  But I’m going to be honest, I don’t want to study right now.  Instead, I’m creating this blog.

First, a little bit of background.  (But not too much right now…)  I’m a sophomore at the University of California at Davis, (yes the one with the pepper spray).  I’m a walk-on on the Davis gymnastics team from Charlotte, North Carolina.  I call it my hometown, even though technically I was born in San Antonio, Texas.  But that’s not important.

Today, it is December 1st, 2011.  Yesterday, I fell off the beam. Hard. But more importantly, before I even fell off the beam, I heard a loud pop.  Hit the beam, then the floor.  And grabbed my knee. 

On Thanksgiving, my family went on a wine train through Napa Valley (along with various extended family members).  To keep the ride interesting, one of our party members pulled out this “conversation creator” game.  Basically it was a bunch of questions similar to “Would you rather?” to questions as random as “Have you ever been escorted out by security?”  Most of these I found rather stupid, and to be honest, I really didn’t want to play the game.  But anyways, I was asked, “When is the most you’ve ever been scared?”

I did not know the answer to that question, until now.  Because on November 30th, when I heard that pop, it is/ was the most scared I've ever been.

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