It gets easier the more you do it. ... Hmm. "the more you do it" is grammatically odd.
Since days have been so long and everyone has been stressed while learning to create lessons, the tendency is to go out on Friday as a group. This week Chris went with us, so that was pretty cool.
We were out from about 4 pm-1 am. Here's a bit of context (starring Ian and several of our awesome new friends) for the next bit of story.
About 15-20 minutes after this "interview," we are headed down in to a metro station to head to a club. I pause halfway down the steps to wait for the rest of the group and out of the corner of my eye I see Ian rolling down the concrete steps. He can't stop. He keeps trying to grab the handrail but inertia has a hold of him. He comes to a stop at the middle (there's a small platform dividing the two sets of steps). All of our friends rush to him, concerned for his well-being. All I can think is "How did you manage to fall all the way down the stairs?" I'm a terrible partner. He's drunk so, not only is he hurt, he's panicky and when asked if anything feels broken, he confirms that is does. We look at it and decide it's not broken, but he can't put any pressure on it. Alex and Jackie, probably the nicest people I've ever met, scoot backwards up the stairs with him so that he doesn't feel as awkward. Alex wrangles a cab, pays for it (mark my words, I will convince her to accept repayment!) And Drew, Jackie, and I take Ian back to our apartment.