International Klutz

I've always known that I have been somewhat coordinationally challenged throughout my life. I am always running into tables and stubbing my toes and tripping over my own feet so I've come to terms with the fact that I am a klutz. I mean for heaven sakes about a year ago I tripped over a tent pole and broke my elbow. That definitly qualifies as a klutz at home. However, yesterday I proved that I am an international klutz.

Before we take the kids upstairs to go to class we all play outside on the playground. I was chasing around one of my students because he was trying to tickle me and I tried to dodge to the right when I realized that I was not in the right shoes to be dodging anywhere and I was losing my balance. I flung my arms out and tried as best I could to regain my balance, but I knew it was a lost cause and I hit the ground hard. I looked down and saw that I had scrapped my knee, which is something I haven't done for the past 8 years. I felt like a 5 year old again, horsing around with friends and then getting injured on the playground before school starts. It wasn't that bad of a scrap, but my knee was bloody and I was trying to play it off like it wasn't a big deal but all of the kids kept asking me about my knee to see if I was ok. Eventually my coworker saw my knee too and we both had to leave the kids to clean up my injury.

Needless to say there are some things that I wish weren't international and my klutziness is one of them. If that could somehow have stayed at home in my room then I would have loved it. Unfortunately apparently being a klutz is a universal trait and even when you are thousands and thousands of miles away from home, you can still scrap your knee.