One small day at Ke'ei, I was out enjoying an uncrowded surf session, catching wave after wave with ease. I felt elated that my skills weren't so rudimentary any more because I'd truly become a surfing zealot. However, the ocean doesn't like it when humans show hubris, and that day I got the smackdown—in the form of a fin to the face. As I was ready to go in, I made the rookie mistake of turning my back on a wave, only for it to tumble me tail-over-teakettle. Then I felt it; the slicing and sharp pain as the fin of the Wavestorm made contact with my face. I'd been hit by my board several times, but I could tell this time was different. I knew immediately that this one drew blood, and I felt with my tongue the gash that had sliced through my upper lip.
One look in my car mirror told me I definitely needed stitches, so I strapped my board on the car and drove myself to the emergency room. This was right before I returned to the classroom at the end of winter break, so of course I fielded several questions from my students about the gash on my face. I wanted to tell an exciting story about how I bailed off a monster wave or battled a shark, but unfortunately, a couple of my body-boarder students had witnessed the whole thing, much to my embarrassment. The facetious quote I'll always remember from one of my students will live forever in memory: "At least she tried." And I have the scar to prove it.
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