\”I have a slow reaction,\” I sighed.

After the Rescomp picnic (they \”roasted\” me because I was graduating…but they asked me a question that I didn\’t know the answer to – advice to the new U4 rccs – \”avoid bowles,\” I said. I am sure I got bashed for that, but I doubt people remember), I drove people back to their respective apartments and dorms. On the way Dwight though, my lane was blocked by some car backing up. Was I dazed? The person who was sitting in the passenger seat screamed, \”Honk them! He\’s going to back into you!\” And I did honk. Less than a foot away from the front of my car.

Slow reaction.

When I was on a cruise ship a few years ago (in Alaska), my sister and I played ping-pong with our new friends. Of course, I kept losing. Every time the ball would come in my direction, I would wait until it was really close to me, then I would swing. Always missing the ball each time. This was the main reason I disliked PE. Or at least any sport that involved balls.

When I was younger and wore thick oversized (thick) glasses, a basketball once hit my face and broke my glasses in half. I had to put masking tape to hold the glasses together until I could go home. That was the epitome of my nerdom.