Awkward Accounts: III

Thought I have been cured of my awkwardness? NEVER!! Here's a few updates. I will say, my awkward accounts have now become run-of-the-mill, or as my best friend Scott and I say "Classic". The whole "adjustment to NZ" awkward period is mostly over, now New Zealand is just trying to adjust to me.

-One afternoon after class, Lara, Melissa, and I decided to revisit K' Road. After an afternoon of putting around, I had to use the facilities, desperately. You may find this gross, but it was the kind of facility-using that you wouldn't want to do in a bathroom that was right next to a kitchen, or in front of a lot of people. I had to poo. And we passed a bunch of places that we collectively decided (because in my desperation I recruited Lara and Melissa to the search) were not prime locations. Finally, we happened upon a large music/ clothing store. Perfect, right? Wrong. I asked around the store and was directed to the "questions and inquiries" desk. "Its right behind the counter, right here" said the cute man working the desk. I had to commit at this point and used the bathroom, single stall unisex, and opened all the windows. There was no febreez or anything, so I knew I had to make it out quick to avoid embarassment. Upon exiting the bathroom, I tripped flat on my face because there had been a step down that in my frenzy I had overlooked. The cute man came over to help me up. I ran away. We left the store.

- One day my teacher said to me "Oh you know- they have noticed you're around, and they've got little crushes on you!"
Assuming she meant the students (as this is to be expected with high school boys who are going through puberty), I replied "Oh, its just the accent. Boys will be boys"
"No, no, not the students. The boys who work the building." Then she went on to tell me how they are all around my age, and after school on Fridays they all drink beer with her (on school property... its a cultural thing?) and they insist that they move beer-days to Thursday so that I will come. Which is nice, but its also awkward when your cooperating teacher is trying to play match maker. With you.

-The horticulture area of school is on the outskirts of the property. Between the hort block and the main offices, there is a whole section of the building that is currently under construction. So, every day at school, I am constantly aware that there are dozens of men up in the scaffolding wondering who I am, as I am young, but not in a uniform so clearly not a student. The other day I was running to the bathroom as usual (because I have to cross the entire school just to pee and the teachers here drink coffee as if its oxygen), and I heard "hello". I stopped and looked around, but no one was there. "Hello, up here!" I looked up and waved to the men in the scaffolding, who were laughing. As I was walking and waving, I tripped over the foot bridge in front of the building and the men. I ran away. They don't say hi to me anymore.