The Truth About "The Place Where Rhonda Fell"

I have to fix this misconception that my fellow snow bunnies have come up with. It's known as:
The Place Where Rhonda Fell

Let me start by saying that this took place almost a month ago at Middle Tennessee State University outside of Corlew Hall during Volunteer Girls State.

VGS? WTF is that?

It's like a camp for girls expressing a like of politics (yeah, right. I hate politics. Seriously.) and show great leadership skills and such. But that's only the basics. It's everything you want it to be, everything you make it. I made it one huge social fest and was quite content by it all.

But back to the story.

So there was this one girl I became friends with: Marie and she and I share this love-hate relationship that I love so much. Marie is like my other half, my partner in crime. Whatever you wanna call it all. And she witnessed this great act of clumsiness on my part, and that is where the story really begins.

Smith City (the city I was in. all 521 girls at VGS were separated into 12 different cities) was on their way back to Cummings Hall to go to our dorm rooms all the way up on the 6th floor. (stairs are a bitch for sure.) And as we were walking passed Corlew, I saw this REALLY pretty flower, and I decided that I wanted it. I HAD to have that flower. So stopped to pick it up. I got it off of the stem, but I dropped it, and as I bent back down to pick it up, I slipped in mud.

Let me back up.

It rained HARD the day before, so it was all muddy outside. This incident SO got my BRAND NEW WHITE Reeboks muddy. I had to clean them. i was slightly distraught.

So I slipped in this mud, but I stopped myself from actually falling because I'm talented and coordinated and can save myself from complete and total embarrassment. (well, most of the time anyway.) And so a footprint was there. The actual footprint and then the slide that my foot made in the mud. It was quite a remarkable sight to see and an even more incredible save on my half to get that flower and save myself from falling in the parking lot in front of 45 other girls.

So what of the flower?

Well, I looked at that really pretty flower that had sprouted from the concrete by the parking lot, and I noticed something very strange about it...

it was FAKE.

Straight up fake, my friends. How a FAKE flower was attached to a REAL stem is BEYOND me, but that's what happened. And so I chucked it into a bed of real flowers to allow some other foolish person be tricked like i had (only WITHOUT slipping in mud. maybe they'll fall in the mulch and smell like cow manure...)

And what about the place where I fell? I mean, slipped?

Well, the next day, the sun returned and dried up EVERYTHING leaving a fossilized version of where I slipped that day. And Marie (the girl from earlier) wouldn't let it die. We'd walk by and she'd be all,

THAT'S WHERE RHONDA FELL!

Um, no, Marie. I SLIPPED.

HAHA! RHONDA FELL! LOOK EVERYONE! RHONDA FELL THERE!

Marie, go curl up in a corner and cry...

Eventually everyone was saying it. I got so tired of defending myself (though I had never actually cared to begin with) that I just laughed and joined along. It WAS funny. REALLY funny.

So what's the moral of the story?

Don't fall for fake flowers. Look before you touch. Learn to laugh at yourself. Life will all be more interesting and fun that way.

Oh, and NEVER listen to ANYTHING Marie has to say.