Do as I say, not...you know

Monday was pool cleaning day at Arume!

We took 5th and 6th period off from classes and spent about three hours scrubbing everything down to the center drain of the 25m, 6-lane pool. It looked (and smelled) like ass when we started, but once everything had been scraped off the sidewalk, walls, and floor, it was looking ready for a filling.

But this post isn't about that. It's about how I fail to take into account the possibility that any stupid stuff is going to happen to me. Take this explanation, for example:

P.E. teacher starts explaining exactly how everything is going to go for the next three hours. Key among his points is making sure to be careful about slipping in the pool on a wet surface coated with a few months of who knows what. This is what he might have said...

P.E. Teacher: "Be careful when entering and exiting the pool. The last thing you want to do is slip and break an arm or crack your head open."
Everyone: "Hai, wakatta (Ok, we understand [including me {I didn't really}])."
I hop off the edge of the wall into the pool, slipping on a wet spot, smacking the hell out of myself on a harder-than-rock, mold-covered surface; right elbow and tail bone really feeling it. I take it easy for a while...

All's fine, nothing broken, but my elbow can't be placed on anything, like a desk. The whole thing led me to realize that even though it feels "old manish" to take things easy instead of jumping right in, maybe it's not always such a bad idea.