“Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me. But bear this mind it wasn’t meant to be.” Altered lyrics for One Direction’s song, Little Things
It summarizes a bit of what I’m feeling today in terms of emotion. But it’s been a pretty big day–I climbed (well… attempted to climb) three rock walls.
The first one went a bit like this: “OH DEAR GOD GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!” *cries*
I guess I looked so miserable that some nice freshman told me he wanted to give me a hug, which I thought was very nice. But I declined because it was hot and I was extremely sweaty and really didn’t think he would want to be hugging some sweaty lump of a person.
Second wall: “Um, there are no hand-holds… And my hand is slipping off. OH NO MY HAND IS SLIPPING OFF.”
Third Wall: “Ow my hands, ow my arms, ow my everything. AHHHH I’M FALLING.” The third wall was this angled one so you had to use more arm strength. Unsurprisingly, I have no arm strength. So I started swinging above everyone and screaming that I was going to die.
Plot Twist: I lived.
