It's So Hot, My Heels and My Heart Sank
Posted: Sunday, August 28, 2011
by Teresa Ortiz
Freelance writer/Speaker
I had been thinking about last week's writing assignment, "Going Back to School" when I read this week's challenge. Funny how the two are related.
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"It's so hot, I could melt", I thought to myself, while sitting in the middle of the smoking area. The first day of school is always interesting. Ever body checks out everybody, and sitting in the smoking area is the perfect vantage point. In the leaderships' infinite wisdom, the smoking area is located in the middle of the school grounds so that everyone must pass through it - whether the cool smoker, or not.
So there I was; tight black jeans, black patten-leather 4 inch-pumps and hot pink button-down blouse. The perfect outfit for the 104 degree heat.. After catching up with a few friends, I figured I better get to class. Being late the first day, didn't do much for getting on the good side of the teacher. As I was turning toward the direction of my class, I saw him coming toward me. Way cuter than I remembered. His hair was longer, feathered loosely, with strands hanging over his eyes. You know, the Steve Perry, but way cuter type. He didn't know I was alive last year, but maybe, just maybe he might discover me this year. After all, I had matured over the summer. In attempt to get him to notice me, I stood up, while smiling and looking him straight in the eyes. My timing so perfect, that as I started to take my first step he was five or six feet in front of me. The perfect distance to watch me fly toward him, landing at his feet. No, my intentions were not to worship him, though he was fit as a god. Much to my surprise, my earlier thoughts of melting, became a realty. Sitting in 104 degree heat on tar-laden ground is the perfect recipe for quicksand. You can only imagine how embarrassed I was when I took my first step, only to trip out of my heels that had embedded themselves into the melted tar. My books flew all directions, and I can only imagine how graceful I looked for the split second or two I was flying through the air toward the rocker guy I thought I was in love with.
One thing was for sure - my goal of getting him to notice me was achieved. It was then that my thoughts of doing anything I set my mind to were confirmed.
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Don't take life to serious - it has its moments. If you fall, get up. And next time don't wear all black, or sit in one place too long. You will sink.
Blessings :-)
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"It's so hot, I could melt", I thought to myself, while sitting in the middle of the smoking area. The first day of school is always interesting. Ever body checks out everybody, and sitting in the smoking area is the perfect vantage point. In the leaderships' infinite wisdom, the smoking area is located in the middle of the school grounds so that everyone must pass through it - whether the cool smoker, or not.
One thing was for sure - my goal of getting him to notice me was achieved. It was then that my thoughts of doing anything I set my mind to were confirmed.
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Don't take life to serious - it has its moments. If you fall, get up. And next time don't wear all black, or sit in one place too long. You will sink.
Blessings :-)
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Top-level comments on this article: (6 total)re-calling your school days huh Teresa, yes I have many memories of my younger days and the predicaments I got myself into. good articleHi David. Oh ya - and its a nice reminder that just as the embarrassing things pass, so do the hard times. We live, learn, and move on! Thanks for reading and commenting.
Tight black jeans, black pattern-leather 4 inch-pumps and hot pink button-down blouse and sitting in the smoking circle? Damn Teresa you were living my dream. I was so shy I avoided the smoking circle like it was a plague. I think I know the guy you're talking about though, and he was hot. Every school had one (or two). Fun article!LOL Brianna - You've said that before, I just can't envision you shy! Yeah, you know the guy. After our sophomore year, the moved the smoking area to the far end of the school behind the library. Too many kids complained because they hated to have to walk through it to get to class. Looking back, I can't blame them. The smoking area kids were known as the stoners and losers! Some things are better left in the past, but O how I wish I could still pull off wearing tight black jeans and 4 inch pumps. It just wouldn't have to same effect. Now its baggy blue jeans and flats.HA!
Hi Teresa.
Boy, that would never have been me. Unnoticed, that's what I wanted most. I bet you looked hot and it had nothing to do with the temperature. :)
High heels don't work well in grass either, but at least they don't stick! Oh my.
Loved your story.
Hugs,
DianneNo, but they can sink. Trust me :-) I guess I'll never know. It's never been determined if it was the outfit or the fall that got him to notice me. LOL Not the end of the world though. I did after all catch Art's eye so ....long hair rocker guy, who? Glad you enjoyed. Sadly, I have more tripping stories that SW can handle, and I'm not talking drug-induced either. Although.... ha!
That's a great connection from title to story Teresa. The heels stuck in the tar. lol
It seems like the harder we try to be graceful the less graceful we are, like when models prance across the platform and they slip and fall. It always makes me laugh to witness that.Hi Kenny. Thanks for comment. I have to admit, It does look funny :-)
Giggle - what a hoot! I am so glad we went back to school after Labor Day in Minnesota and it was usually tolerable by then.We went back to school after labor day too - it didn't matter! :-)
Loved your human story. You addressed it so honestly and beautifully. It was filled with pathos.
Yours,
CUFHi Christofer!
Thank you for the kind comment. Glad you like it. Hope all is well in your world! Blessings, Teresa
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