Okay girls have you ever had the experience of boys being able to get you to do something that your never would have considered before? It is the most annoying thing ever.
At my university, there is this mountain that over looks the university with a letter on it, symbolizing our school. It's a western thing. I don't quite understand it, but it is amazing to look at on certain days. Anyways, there is this trail that leads up to it that you can hike and overlook campus and the rest of the city.
This last Thursday, I guess my roommates got asked to go hike it Friday night with a bunch of other kids from our church group. I had no idea about it until that night when I got a text from the roommate that was really considering it asking if I was going. I just replied I have no idea what you're talking about. My other roommate and I had kind of a long day leading up to it, and we were both tired (from differing health conditions. Mine was my head injury that is still not wanting me to have fun in college). The three of us went over to our best guy friend's dorm to watch a movie. The roommate considering the night hike decided to call the kid organizing it to see who was going. She was enticed by a boy she had just discovered was really awesome. My other roommate and I just kind of laughed at her and started to watch the movie without her.
Not two minutes later, I got a text message from the boy I am interested in saying him and his roommates were going on the hike too and invited me and my roommates to come. I, of course, was then very torn. I decided to go. Complaining to my roommates that I hated boys the whole time leading up to the hike. (This is of course sarcasm. I was just frustrated that I got enticed into a hike when I should have been resting just because the right guy asked)
Of course I enjoyed the hike and I am so happy that I went. It helps when you have really awesome motivation. After the hike, my roommate, the boy and his roommates and I took a late night Mickey D's run. On the way back my roommate asked how when she asked, I said no but when he asked I went.
I proceeded to answer after we had said good-bye to them by saying what is more enticing: your roommate or the boy you're interested in.
Really it's not that difficult of a choice. But why do that have to hold so much power??
So all of us kids in our family have our thing about driving that we're known for. Like my oldest sister is an animal killer. Not that she means to at all, she just happens to always be the one who hits an animal. My brother is a speed demon. He just is always going fast. Both of these siblings though, I would trust with my life driving. My other sister though. I avoid driving with her at all costs. She is just plain horrible.
What am I known for you ask? Well now, it's car wrecks. I reached number two Saturday night. I have now been in either the same amount, if not more, car wrecks than all three siblings combined. Neither have been my fault. I narrowly evaded tragic accidents that would be my fault with my awesome driving skills. But then I am forced to a stop. As soon as the realization that the coast is clear, I get rear ended. Both times. I am just that skilled.
Are you interested to know this weeks story? Well if you aren't, just stop reading. If you are, well I am here to indulge you.
Our church group at college had this totally awesome sledding party in the middle of nowhere. It was complete with a tow rope and six different tube runs. I am one of the fortunate few with a car, so of course I was asked to drive. I drove my roommate, three of our "brothers" and our RA which is basically the seventh roommate. The total number of people was six. The total number of seat belts were five. The boys in our car are huge, so one girl had to sit on the other girl's lap in the middle just so that they all fit. I had done this a number times, so I wasn't exactly worried.
Well this said sledding party was at nighttime. In the darkness it was difficult to see creatures lurk in the night. On the way up, the car in front of me had to stop really fast right as we were getting close due to deer crossing the street. And the deer here are huge. I am from a place where we just have tiny little white tail and that is all that I have ever really seen. Well I am four states away and they have behemoths of mule deer here. (Don't judge me but my family hunts, so I know the difference really well. The size difference just surprised me that is all)
So we spent the next two hours sledding down a bunch of man made snow with a ton of people who are absolutely amazing. Needless to explain, it was just a blast. Incredible fun.
When the time to drive home came, we were all on a fun high so to speak. We were all super happy, and just wanted to have a fun ride home. The boys were playing a song that they loved and the car was just filled with the loud sounds of glorious fun. Can you see where this is leading?
I was being an aware driver, but still trying to have fun at the same time. Well out of no where this deer decided it needed to begin it's journey to the other side of the road right in front of my car. I immediately slammed on my brakes and narrowly escaped hitting this bigfoot deer cross species that would have just destroyed my car.
As I stated before, I realized I had escaped possible disaster and watched the deer turn and high tail it away from the road. Brilliant deer. Before I could do anything else though, out of no where my car was slammed into. I don't really remember the next immediate seconds but I do know that my head suddenly hurt really bad and my RA screamed "Oh my gosh!"
This being my second wreck, I was well versed in what to do. I immediately made sure my passengers were okay, the boys reminded me to pull off the side of the road, I parked the car and got out. It turned out the girl that hit me was also from my church group. I told her the reason why I suddenly stopped, and she explained that she saw it too. I was beginning to struggle to think clearly, but I ignored it and tried to get the problem at hand taken care of.
We looked at both of the cars and neither one seemed to take any damage. I explained that we still should exchange insurance information, but should take care of it when we got back to the dorms. I just couldn't really think about finding my insurance card in the jockey box at the time.
While we discussed what to do, one of the boys made sure my car was still driving okay. My roommate switched into another car that stopped to help, I denied any attempts to not let me drive and we drove away. Many times during our exchanges I kept stopping to hold my head. I have never felt it hurt the way it did.
The return ride home went without incident and the other driver and I exchanged insurance information. Then I faced the music and called my parents. I explained that there was no damage but my head was really hurting. I was beginning to not be able to not think clearly and process things very well. My dad said to go get checked out.
12:30 at night in the ER just did not sound appealing but I didn't have the energy to fight him. My other roommates who were not in the car went with me to the ER. What was supposed to be a four hour wait turned out to just be a 1 and a half hour wait. I told my roommates to keep me awake, because we didn't know the degree of my head injury and you just don't sleep with head injuries.
Their way of keeping me awake was to keep me talking. Eventually clear thought just vanished and I started spouting things without self censoring. My roommates became super tired and let's just say everything and anything became funny.
In the room we found a picture that we just couldn't help but laugh at.
We tried to come up with what to say about it. I think bird poop and malicious attacks came up, but to be honest, I don't remember most of our discussion.
Is there a body in there?
The final exchange of the night came from me, which I think scared the girls a little bit. I quoted a movie that they hadn't really seen before, and the quote, well it would concern you too if this unfamiliar quote came out of your friend with a head injury.
Well the doctor overall spent about two minutes with me. Apparently two questions and feeling someone neck means that their headache is from emotional distress. As time has gone on though, my parents and I are pretty sure I have a concussion. Moral of the story? Big deer are just plain trouble.
