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TUMBLES, TRIPS, AND TOILET PAPER: MY COLLEGE CATASTROPHE
*”Why Heels and Concrete Stairs Should Never Mix”*
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*Have you ever tripped over your own two feet? Or maybe even the *air?**
How about napping on a staircase? Yeah, I’ve achieved all of that and then some. But hey, who’s counting, right?
So there I was, a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed college student in my third semester — finally attending college after my freshman year was brutally hijacked by the COVID-19 lockdown. Talk about a cruel twist of fate! My long-awaited return to campus life was marked by the promise of a cultural festival. I could already taste the excitement… or maybe that was just the cafeteria food.
*And let me tell you, it went *horribly wrong.**
I was walking with my friends, giggling and chattering, completely oblivious to the disaster lurking ahead. We approached a flight of stairs — nothing fancy, just 15 or 16 concrete steps, each one like a mini Everest. No handrails, no safety nets. Because why invest in safety when you can watch students become living examples of Darwin’s theory?
There I was, merrily chatting away, completely forgetting that stairs even…
