I am probably the most awkward person I know.

Elevators are probably the most awkward place ever. We as humans, trap ourselves in a tiny room that's moved by a series of pulleys. Up and down, we ride the little room through a creepy, dirty shaft in the middle of a building.  We don't make eye contact, don't converse, and we stand in our own little corners 

Then you have Toni. She's the fool that tries to lighten the mood in an elevator by saying something. This is almost always a bad idea. 

I just so happened to follow a kid all the way from my car to the elevator. I noticed that the plaid on his backpack matched his shirt and decided to comment on it. 

"Your shirt and backpack match. It's like camouflage."

He slowly looked to the closed door and then down at his shirt. "Oh.. thanks?"

"Yeah, I noticed cause I followed you all the way in from the parking lot!"

"Oh!" He uneasily laughed and escaped onto the 4th floor. 

Alone in the elevator, I face-palmed. A literal facepalm. 

I got off on the 5th floor and went to class. 

After class, I decided to avoid the elevator. I went down the stairs. Plaid-boy jumped into the crowd of students directly in front of me on the fourth floor. I decided to just pretend like I was invisible. 

I sped ahead of him towards the parking lot, and was surprised to see him run up beside me and say, "Hey!"

I panicked. "I'm not following you, I swear!" I quickly blurted out like a mad woman.  

"Oh.. Well that's unfortunate!"

I flashed an embarrassed smile, waved, and took the long way around the parking lot to my car, only to remember that I was parked right next to him.

Shoot. 

I got in my car and quickly tried to get out of the packed parking lot. "Quickly" and "Parking Lot" don't go together. I didn't even get to flee the situation. 

I embraced the awkwardness. I rolled down the windows and had a great solo singing party. 

I love college.