Yates and I are having the most fabulous time in Oxfordshire (for a riveting account of our mind-blowing adventures, please see Yates' blog). However, the life of an Oxford student is not all fun and games; we have suffered many hardships to get where we are today.
Por ejemplo, just last night we were traveling to the Purple Turtle bar with some of our colleagues. We were a little timid about the trip, as Yates and I had--just five minutes earlier--made the wise decision to stay in and focus on our academic growth. However, after finding out that 23 out of 23 other students were going out, we felt like immense losers and decided to hop on board.
As we followed the path that leads us from Worcester College to the gorgeous streets of Oxford, it came to Yates' attention that she had a massive stick wedged in-between her foot and sandal, most likely piercing her foot with the might of a thousand knives. As my eyes panned from Yates' foot to her face, I took notice of the immense discomfort apparent in her countenance. What followed was a display of bravery thus far unparalleled in my experience...
Yates: OW! I have a huge branch in my shoe!
Me: Ok. Take it out.
Yates (to group, like a brave, self-sacrificing soldier): No. No! It's ok guys. I'll take it out later.
Yates taught me something that day. When you have a problem, even if it is easily remedied and completely unnecessary for you to endure because 1/3 of the group is lightyears behind you anyways and you are under no time constraints whatsoever, you do not pull the stick out of your shoe; you soldier on.
1 comment:
bloody 'ell. that's embarrassing. alright then, cheers.
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