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Skating to school was an every day occurrence, a few tumbles in the beginning, a few scrapes, a few bruises, but nothing serious. I had been skating for an entire semester to school from about a mile and a half away. First day of second semester sophomore year broke my record of nothing bad happening to my body. I had gotten so comfortable in my skills on my long board that I thought I could look at a map of the U of A campus and figure out where my building was on the first day of class while skating. In front of the StUnion with countless people milling about I trusted my instinct and peripheral vision to guide me though a gap surrounded by a pole and a curb. Looking up only briefly I figured I would easily fit through the gap on my current course and went back to searching for my building. I wasn’t a little bit wrong in my assumption, I was way fucking wrong. My front right wheel slammed into the pole, I Supermanned through the air and introduced my face to the concrete, but my face didn’t want to meet only the concrete it also wanted to meet the asphalt just up aways from its current location. So it slid across the concrete and into the asphalt and proceeded to allow the asphalt to take up residence in forehead and right side of my face starting at my eyeball and working its way back to behind my ear. Only my sideburn stood up for me, not allowing the asphalt to set up shop in too much of my facial structure. Apart from my fractured wrist, bloodied face and ripped hands I'm sure I looked just as normal as could be skating to campus health, where asked "did you lose consciousness?" to which I could only reply, "Not that I remember."