1. Share a college memory.
During my third year of college I decided to try out for the volleyball team. I had transferred to Central Washington University from a two year college and was confident I was at least as good, if not better, than some of the returning players. I’ll save you the guessing game, I got cut, but this isn’t about that.
This is about how I would finish a grueling practice in the evening and immediately hustle over to a creative writing class. Class started just as volleyball was ending and I barely had time to make it to class, let alone change my clothes. So I’d throw on a pair of sweats and my hoodie and go write creative things for a couple of hours.
One rambunctious Saturday evening I ran into a couple of guys from class at a local bar. My friends and I would bounce from bar to bar, flirt with various creatures, dance and drink…it was the most fun thing ever.
When we ran into my class friends they were all, “Wow, I mean don’t take this the wrong way, but you clean up real good!”
And I was all “Oh this old thing?”
And they were all, “Not just that, but…you…”
And I was all “I know, I know, you’re used to seeing me in volleyball gear after practice!”
And they were all, “Well yeah, but also…you take your shoes off in class and it’s hard to concentrate.”
I’m sure we could find a nail polish that might match the shade of red my face turned at that point because they were right…I DID take my shoes off in class, but I didn’t think my feet SMELLED! Why wouldn’t they smell though? WHO TAKES OFF THEIR SHOES IN CLASS ESPECIALLY AFTER A LONG WORK OUT?????
As it turns out…I do. And I was silently torturing everyone in it.
Needless to say, they were quite relieved to learn that I got cut from the team.
And I don’t take my shoes off in public places anymore.
Karen says
That’s funny! I bet they were glad you got cut from the team–whew!
Christy says
chuckle chuckle. I taught ballroom dance lessons many years ago. After the Friday night parties I’d kick off my shoes for the short meeting we’d usually have (I HATE shoes). One night my manager crinkled her nose and commented about my stinky feet. Yes, after an afternoon of lessons and 2 hours of a dance party in thick nude tights I’m certain my feet stunk, but like you I had never thought about it.
Morgan says
I’m trying not to laugh out loud at work. Why wouldn’t they say anything in class? Did it take a couple of drinks for them to get the courage? I take off my shoes under my desk sometimes. I am hoping they are so isolated that nobody can smell them.
Abby says
HA! Now I’m wondering if those guys – being in a creative writing class and all – have blogs and are ever prompted to write about the no-shoe girl from college.
Kimberly says
Oh man! Now let’s talk about my son’s hockey equipment for a second shall we….and when my husband leaves it in the car to bake in the sun. And then when I jump in the car to use it and….well yeah…you get it. It’s a hot box of smell.
John Holton says
Your feet are a deadly weapon? Hmmm…
madamdreamweaver says
ROFL!
Emily says
Sometimes my son will sneak out of the house without socks and boy do his sneakers smell! I never thought 10 year olds would smell that badly!
Lori says
Oh man! That’s embarrassing! What do you even say to that?