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.