I was 10th grader at that. It was Monday morning.
As usual, all students must join the ceremony before learning activities
started. When I looked down from the upstairs, I saw many people had assembled
there. Many students had lined up according to their class. So, I went
downstairs in a hurry. And the incident happened …
I fell down at the field, in front of the people. Not only
students from my class, but the students from another class (from different
major, and yes, from higher class) saw that incident. You can imagine how
embarrassed I was.
I REALLY felt embarrassed. So, I wake immediately, and ran fast as a flash towards my class row. I didn’t
care about the wound or the hurt;
I just want to
hide myself in the row!
That was bad day for me. My shirt sleeve was
torn at the elbow. My elbow was bleeding a little. My knee was bruised. Plus, my
classmate teased me all day about the incident—or I may call it, small
accident. And I just can be patient…
Well, I don’t exactly know why I fell. I guess it because I
stepped on the edge of my long skirt. But, one thing that I know: I should be
more aware with my step!
