I'm writing this while I try to get motivated to write up this paper thing. It's the last thing I have to do, and I actually have plenty of time since I'm subbing for someone who's just giving a test. So, all I have to do is get up every few minutes and look mean. I like high school, they know the basic rules, they don't wanna be there any more than you so it makes life easier lol.
Not to mention that the private school I work at has the kinda kids that want to do well on tests. So, no real control issues since they do it themselves.
Meanwhile, my absorption into the football cult continues. As I start to understand the game, I find watching football movies more fun. Not to mention last night I think I was dreaming about being the queen left tackle and how I'm supposed to block my girl for what plays.
Yeah, it's official, I'm on the border of being obsessed.
Not to bad though, I'm having fun, and getting in shape, my weight hasn't changed but my pants have been getting larger. That's a good thing ehh?
After this stupid paper is done, I'll be done with school till May 11th I think. That's when the first round of summer school starts up. Actually, summer school really doesn't start getting hard for me till June 9th. Before that is a one hour physical fitness class.
Why am I taking a physical fitness class? Well, in order to qualify for summer financial aid as a grad student I have to have three hours. Most of the time, that's just one class...except this time. The class I need to take is only 2 hours, and after much angsting about whether I could pay for it straight up or if I should start playing games with the school. My sister moxieg
came up with the idea to take an "Advanced Basket Weaving-105" course to put me over the top. I decided to take this physical fitness and conditioning class. I figured if coach was running my ass off in football, whats another hour and a half a day for three weeks? Gets me my credit, it fits my schedule and it'll help.
Did I mention just how much fun I'm having in football?
I'm really having fun in football.
Me enjoying something physical? I'm kinda having a hard time believing it.
Before the season is up, I really have to thank the girl that got me into it.
But, I've distracted myself enough, time to go back to the stupid paper/project of doom.