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So Chris and I were hanging out upstairs in the commons, sharing a pint of Mint Chip ice cream. We're looking over the plaza, watching the Quidditch team finish their game, some Middle-Eastern guys across the way practicing their dance, and people strolling around, enjoying the crisp April air.
We decide to change where we're sitting, so we start packing all of our stuff in our respective bags. I lean down to pick up my back pack, only to smack my head on the thick metal bar going across the window in front of me. Immediately, tears swell into my eyes as a pounding starts in my forehead. I'm silent for a moment as Chris tries to find out if I'm okay. I finally look up, and he pulls my hand away from my injured forehead. The next words out of his mouth: "Geez. You busted your head open." I look down at my hand and see blood in my palm. I swipe my hand lightly over my forehead, and realize I've got a two-inch welt with a half-inch cut on the left side. So I went to the bathroom to clean myself up while Chris moved our stuff to our new location.
Moral of the story: The beams in the Commons are out to kill me.
We decide to change where we're sitting, so we start packing all of our stuff in our respective bags. I lean down to pick up my back pack, only to smack my head on the thick metal bar going across the window in front of me. Immediately, tears swell into my eyes as a pounding starts in my forehead. I'm silent for a moment as Chris tries to find out if I'm okay. I finally look up, and he pulls my hand away from my injured forehead. The next words out of his mouth: "Geez. You busted your head open." I look down at my hand and see blood in my palm. I swipe my hand lightly over my forehead, and realize I've got a two-inch welt with a half-inch cut on the left side. So I went to the bathroom to clean myself up while Chris moved our stuff to our new location.
Moral of the story: The beams in the Commons are out to kill me.