I was reading my friend blue's story of how she ended up with a black eye and it reminded me of a much less eventful black eye I once received.
Freshman year at college. I'd opted not to live in the dorms, not liking the idea of not having a kitchen and only having 150 square feet of living space. I lived in an apartment a little ways off campus with five other freshman girls, only one of which I knew before starting school. (And I'd only met her once. My brother married her sister & we met at the reception.) We utilized every inch of the kitchen cupboards for food and dishes (being inexperienced freshman, we'd all brought our own dishes and we did NOT share!). Being one of the taller roommates, I used the space on top of the cupboards to store some of my groceries. One day I was reaching up to get my loaf of bread, but it had gotten pushed back a bit so I couldn't reach. I jumped up. No luck. I jumped again. Nope, couldn't reach. Finally I did a slightly bigger jump, grabbed the bag of bread, and on the way down, my watch band caught on the cupboard door, opening the door while simultaneously popping my watch band off, and knocking myself in the face with the cupboard door. Sure enough, I got a black eye out of the event. And when I told people the story, they wouldn't believe it. No one could be that clutzy, right?
I don't think I've posted this picture on my blog yet. These are the six of us. We were mostly good friends, but we had a major fallout the last week of school. I think it was the pent up stress and anxiety of the year coming to a close. Two of the girls (Andrea - short brown curly hair and Libby - long red hair) are still two of my favorite people in the world. We roomed together the next year, too.
in case you can't tell, i'm the one with the oh so cute bangs. hey, it was 1997!