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 * 1) skierswag

In honor of our snow day, I figured I would tell y’all about how much I love snow. With it’s crystalline snowflakes and fluffy powder it just makes me glow.

(I swear I’m not gonna bore you to death with a sappy poem)

I mainly love snow because I like to ski and as you know you can’t exactly ski without snow... but the thing is, as much as I love snow and skiing, I don’t know if the sport loves me. I have had some of my most embarrassing moments while skiing.

A couple years ago, I was skiing with my friends on a Friday night, and this was back in my middle school years so let me tell you, I really thought I was cool chiz. So that night my friends and I were waiting in line for the chairlift (and for those of you who aren’t familiar with skiing, what you do is you put on your skis by the lodge and then you move over to the chairlift where you wait with 2-4 people to ride the chairlift up with you but if it’s busy there’s people everywhere and they’re pushy and it’s quite a struggle) and it was pretty busy so there was a pretty long line. Well we were waiting in line for a while, slowly moving up and finally we were almost next to get on the lift. So here I am waiting for the chairlift and sorta moving up so I can get the next chair, and somehow I ended up moving up too much. And when I say too much I don’t mean like moving up an inch too far I mean like I slid right up to the plump middle aged man in front of me, and of course he sat down right on top of me............................................... That was fun. So I was stuck on this chairlift with this guy and his son, who was about my age, and it was super awkward because he was embarrassed and I was embarrassed because I got stuck with them and meanwhile my friends were on the chair behind us laughing the whole way…. it was bad. And let me tell you, that was the it was the longest chairlift ride of my life. It was bad.......

So that was a couple years ago. And I bet you’d think that in a couple years I would have recovered; I wouldn't think I’m as cool as sliced bread, and a pro skier and I wouldn't have anymore awkward moments. Well clearly you don’t know me that well.

So last year, I went to ski club again (no joke I love ski club it’s the highlight of my winter). So my skiing abilities had actually improved and by now I was able to handle the more difficult slopes (and the chairlifts). Well on this trip I was skiing with Randi (social suicide, I know) and let me tell you she’s a fab skier and we were both pumped to ski the hardest slopes. So skier lingo here, there are these things called “moguls” (aka little bumps that they put on the slopes to make it more challenging... it's French for “bumps of hell”) and well this slope was full of moguls. They were **everywhere**. And if it’s not already apparent I hate these little monsters. Well first Randi went down, and from what I could see she was doing pretty well. And by “pretty well” I mean she made it to the bottom alive. I went next and I was doing good, I was talking to myself like I normally do when I s ki, I was all like “yo you can do this you’re not gonna die, you're a boss, etc”. Well that was until I completely lost control (and then I started screaming like a crazy person, #yolo)

To truly appreciate my embarrassment, we have to picture this in slow motion: I lost my ski on a mogul, so I’m ** PLUMMETING ** down this mountain of hell on **one ski** and there’s bumps everywhere and eventually I wipe out. So my ski is at the top of the mountain and I’m in the middle (and Randi is basically useless because she’s safe at the bottom). Well thank god one of my friends was behind me because she was able to ski over to my ski and bring it to me, but because of the position I was in, there was no way in hell I was going to be able to put my ski on and recover. So you know what I did? I slid down on my ** STOMACH ** to the bottom (and of course there’s the chairlift right next to the slope and everyone on the chairlift is watching my utter embarrassment



(this was literally what I looked like sliding down the mountain) My penguin slide totally brings all the boys to my yard.

So that was that. Believe it or not, it turns out that I survived both of those traumatizing experiences. In the end, I might still be an awkward person/skier but let me tell you, there’s a ski trip next Friday and I’m definitely going.. because despite it all, I got a good laugh out of it and I have some great memories to share with my friends.