You walked down the hallway with a stack of papers, binders, and books in your hands. You swiftly made your way around clumps of students, not wanting to drop anything. You were extra careful in every step you took. Your hair was falling out of your low, messy ponytail; your glasses on the edge of your nose, ready to fall off. You adjusted your arms so now one arm was free. You took a second to push your glasses up and brush the hair out of your eyes. But within that time – when you raised the hand to your face – you had already bumped into someone.