Last year, I wrote this article about places I’ve tripped. Now that I live in the farthest dorm from campus—and especially because my first classes are in Mudd and Teacher’s College—the opportunities to fall flat on my faces have all but abounded.

First, let’s see if my predictions have come true:

  1. Down the JJ’s stairs: Kind of? I’ve tripped up them, so that probably counts.
  2. On the walk to Barnard: For sure. I can’t remember exact events, but I know it happened.
  3. On the way to FroSci in Horace Mann: Yes. From the stairs.
  4. In the lounges from criss-crossed charging cords: Yes and it continues to occur too.
  5. Everywhere: Yeah. Unfortunately.

What about where I haven’t predicted?

  1. My room. Now that I have a roommate, there’s more stuff on the floor—that’s just what sophomore year will do to you.
  2. The potholes on the crosswalks (particularly on the south-heading section of Broadway). Unfortunately I fit the Gen Z stereotypes and can be found staring at my phone while I walk.
  3. In Chef Mike’s. Which is worse considering the workers and students are judging me, and that my hands are full.
  4. Honestly, just an incredible amount of up the stairs. Like I’m really flipping the nail on its head there. That one time in the math building especially…right in front of the door.

And for the next year, although arguably contained within the “everything” statement above, some more places I expect to embarrass myself:

  1. The gym. My dorm has a fitness room and I am attempting to go on a workout arc so I can become one of those people who runs for fun. I’m really just giving myself more opportunities there.
  2. General Teacher’s College wanderings. This one’s mostly because I get incredibly lost on that campus, and the amount of walking and staircases I go through to try to get where I need to be just increases the options.
  3. General winter-time issues will present themselves. I actually have a deathly fear about falling down after slipping on ice, so hopefully that never occurs.

Well, at least none of these have ended in terrible injury (knock on wood). Let’s see where this saga ventures. Until next year!

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