The Terrible Awful

I believe that in everyone's lives, something real embarrassing happens to them every few years and it's terrible awful. Then, a couple years later something else happens and the old terrible awful is replaced with a new terrible awful. Well. Today something terribly terrible and awfully awful happened to me. First some background.

I am currently in Pre AP English. It's a small class, but I really like it. It's my favorite subject, favorite class of the day, so it would make sense that it's taught by my favorite teacher. My English teacher is really nice and funny and makes English class even better.

Well, we're ready As I Lay Dying and my friend had a question about it. So, when we went past his room on the way to our lockers at the end of the day, she stopped by. I didn't know she was stopping, so I kind of had to back track. I slid a bit when I was nearly to his door. "Oh, the floor is slippery. Weird." I said something along those lines. Next thing I know, my teacher is pushing on my arm saying "Erin move. Erin move. Erin move." "Why?" I replied before looking down and noticing the substance on the floor. "Do I want to know?" I asked. He answered with "No." before I darted to the bathroom, my face getting redder with every step I took. That's right folks. I stepped in someones vomit.

Not only was it one of the most embarrassing things that has ever happened to me, BUT (yes there's a but) I chose the worst footwear. I mean I guess it could have been flip-flops, and I should be grateful it wasn't. But it could have been my rubber-soled Converse or my Vans. But no. MY TOMS HAVE BEEN BAPTIZED IN THE VOMIT OF A STRANGER and I am not happy. Poor babies. I am currently repulsed at the very site of them.

To add fuel to my 'rage' I realized about ten minutes later that the 'what I stepped in' was SIX INCHES FROM THE GARBAGE CAN. Like, really? Really buddy? You couldn't have made it six more inches?

And that, my friends, is my new Terrible Awful. So my plan is to hunt the puker down, make him buy me new shoes, and drop out of school so I never have to face my English teacher again.

Spoilers

Can I complain about spoilers? This girl on Facebook just complained about an Infernal Devices spoiler she saw on Tumblr, which is all good and fine. BUT SHE POSTED THE SPOILER ITSELF. Not. Okay. So now part of Infernal Devices is ruined for me. People just need to respect that not everyone around them have read and seen the same things they have. Like Harry Potter. Judge me. I know. I probably deserve it. But at sixteen I still haven't read nor seen the entire Harry Potter series, but I sure know about everyone's death, because SPOILERS. Sorry people. I'm all fired up.