I was hit by a MexiBus! And: one upset ceramics teacher

I was hit by a fucking bus! Ok, now, don't worry, I was really only "clipped" by a bus and knocked to the ground while I was on my bike. The MexiBus and I were negotiating the same very small lane going up a hill, and I started losing my balance and leaning into the bus while it was moving at about 20 m.p.h. and I was going about 5 m.p.h. I bounced off the side of it a couple times and then the rear bumper finally gave me the good push to the ground. My elbow was the only thing that got bloodied up, so I was more surprised than hurt.

Now, if you're wondering if the MexiBus stopped to see if I was OK, you're officially as naive as I am.

In other news, telling your ceramics teacher you couldn't come to class because you had a cold is not seen as a good excuse in a hot, tropical environment. That it's partially true, and also that it's the only illness you know the Spanish word for, these are not things that really matter to said ceramics teacher. Artists are hard to please.