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" I am a pretty awkward person in general - particularly around people that I don&amp;#039;t know very well, and especially if they&amp;#039;re cute guys. Add those two together, plus a small elevator and you&amp;#039;ve got a recipe for disaster.  I had already had a really bad day - I didn&amp;#039;t do as well as I hoped on a quiz, was late to class, had a wicked headache and got caught in the rain on the way home! I got back to my dorm, wet and annoyed, and was glad to see that the elevator was on the ground floor. A stroke of luck, I thought to myself as I got on, backpack and all. I didn&amp;#039;t think at all when it stopped on the second floor and the doors opened, revealing the face of the boy I had only seen late at night he went downstairs to the basement and practiced his cello (sometimes when I forget to get my laundry, I go down there and hear him practicing - it&amp;#039;s really beautiful).  I had never spoken a word to him, but we were in a confined space and we had a couple of floors to go. I don&amp;#039;t know what came over me (after the day I&amp;#039;d just had, I should have kept quiet), but I said &amp;quot;So you&amp;#039;re the one who plays cello?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Um, yeah...&amp;quot; he said, glancing at me sideways with a weird look on his face. Trying to cover up the awkwardness, I said really fast &amp;quot;Oh, no its just sometimes I go down to the laundry room and listen to you play...&amp;quot; WHAT? Kelsey, what are you saying. This was getting to be so so so weird. He didn&amp;#039;t say anything. We had one more floor to go, so I said &amp;quot;Yeah, it makes laundry really enjoyable.&amp;quot; I winced as I said this, still no response from him. Finally the doors opened on my floor, and I nearly sprinted off that elevator. Unfortunately, I was still wearing my backpack, and as I was trying to get off, the strap caught on the handrail inside the elevator and yanked me back, just like that scene in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I went flying back into the elevator. He tried to help me off the floor (I was kind of half dangling from the rail). I finally got my strap unhooked and collapsed out into the hallway. The last I saw of his face was a look of sheer shock and confusion. I lay on the floor for about ten minutes, basking in the sincere and total embarrassment I had just suffered through. My day couldn&amp;#039;t get much worse after that. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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