Things have been pretty low here lately and I am a total grump right now. This is rather uncharacteristic so I have decided a little personal humiliation is in order. Cheer from my disgrace, yippee!

So. At law school embarrassment is on the daily menu for all who would dare to enroll. (Don’t go to law school. Seriously, don’t. No, I mean it; do. not. go. to. law. school.)  However, some incidents are more memorable than others. MSU Law is right in the middle of a busy campus, especially around 8:30am. Directly across the street is the nationally acclaimed business school, and in the law school lobby resides the only refreshment for blocks, Sparty’s café. The plaza at the entrance to the school in the morning is chaos, full of Sparty’s coffee buyers, law students, business students and folks who are paying a kidney, liver and their firstborn to park their cars in the ramp next door. If they also purchase a coffee they have to sacrifice a limb or lung. On campus pricing is funnnnnn.

Now we all know that Sara never leaves the house without a pair of fabulous pumps and a spiffy outfit. (Before I got pregnant; carrying another human negates the rule that we always look cute, always. In fact, I think pregnancy creates the rule that function usurps fashion, typically referred to as BLASPHEMY.) On the morning in question we find me wearing my dark straight leg jeans (oh, I not only watch What Not to Wear, I wrote it, baby) and a lovely pair of black leather pumps with an awesome cut-out detail. Of course. The jeans in question require a cuff and the pumps in question have a rather long pointy toe. You can see where this is going, can’t you?

Loaded down for a long day in hell the law college, I have multiple bags and books in hand as I step off the bus and cross the street. And then, smack in the middle of the plaza, in front of oh, let’s say forty-two biggibertymillion people said toe lodged in said cuff and slow motion commenced. Slow motion where I go flying forward, law books the size of concrete blocks hurtling at innocent pedestrians, arms windmilling, bags spinning, miscellaneous items airborne in a perfect cyclone of oh-holy-crap-I-am-now-that-girl-who-fell-in-front-of-the-entire-campus. The horror after landing caused me to pause and consider feigning injury to avoid having to face fellow students the rest of the day. But instead, in true Sara Joy fashion, I rose, gathered my things, and bowed to a resounding chorus of applause.

True story.