People who know me well, like my close friends, often brand me as funny, crazy, and even wacky at times. Many of my students likewise have remarked they like it when I make them laugh.
Perhaps there is that touch of hilarity in me, albeit in my deadpan way, that elicits uncanned laughter.
But what constitute my ticklish moments for others are those times I’d rather bury my face in the sand. My closest friends tell me that if my life were a collection, it would be a collection of bloopers.
Bloopers indeed — embarrassing, hilarious or clumsy…
Like that day in college when I was only a shy sixteener in my 1st year in the university. You know how it is when you are trying to muster enough grace to walk in your 3-inches heels and white uniform that rose 2 inches from your knee, and hoping your crush would be around. That feeling of balancing your steps while trying to look cool, casual.
But I didn’t expect this. I stepped daintily towards the university’s main building, took another step, and felt my right foot … on the ground! My shoe somewhere behind me.
With all those students swirling around me, I felt like dressed chicken being roasted on an open fire…
How about you — have ever experienced anything like this?