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I worried about today for the entire week preceding it. Would I get to play in my flag football game?
At first, no, because we had an orchestra rehearsal.
Then, amazingly, yes, because our conductor rescheduled.
Then...maybe, because I got sick on Friday. Finally, it all came down to knowing when the game was going to be played. When, you ask? 6:30pm. The earliest a game can be scheduled, and we've not had one at 6:30 all semester. I didn't remember. So, after band practice, where not knowing when the game was created a lot of misplaced relaxation, then I called our manager. This was at 6:25. Oh yeah. Thank goodness band practice is nearer to my University than my parents house. I got there late, but I got to play, and support the team at our last game.
Perhaps the least stressful thing would have been to skip the game, but I am glad to have played. Endorphins are wonderful, and this is the last semester I get to do this. We lost, as usual, but we played hard, and enjoyed it. Now that the season is over, I just have to convince my roommate to start playing racquetball with me again.
Today, to quote my most recent favorite knitting blog (archives get some people through the day), was "like buttah". Church was great. I finished my most urgent homework reading at lunch, talked to my older sister, and managed to get to band practice on time. Then the slight stress of football intervened, but now I have two whole hours to practice and read for tomorrow. Great stuff.
Oh yes, and I'm feeling much better, obviously. Why do I feel like I'm being sarcastic without meaning to? Le sigh.
Off I go, once again, into the sound of music.
Greeny
At first, no, because we had an orchestra rehearsal.
Then, amazingly, yes, because our conductor rescheduled.
Then...maybe, because I got sick on Friday. Finally, it all came down to knowing when the game was going to be played. When, you ask? 6:30pm. The earliest a game can be scheduled, and we've not had one at 6:30 all semester. I didn't remember. So, after band practice, where not knowing when the game was created a lot of misplaced relaxation, then I called our manager. This was at 6:25. Oh yeah. Thank goodness band practice is nearer to my University than my parents house. I got there late, but I got to play, and support the team at our last game.
Perhaps the least stressful thing would have been to skip the game, but I am glad to have played. Endorphins are wonderful, and this is the last semester I get to do this. We lost, as usual, but we played hard, and enjoyed it. Now that the season is over, I just have to convince my roommate to start playing racquetball with me again.
Today, to quote my most recent favorite knitting blog (archives get some people through the day), was "like buttah". Church was great. I finished my most urgent homework reading at lunch, talked to my older sister, and managed to get to band practice on time. Then the slight stress of football intervened, but now I have two whole hours to practice and read for tomorrow. Great stuff.
Oh yes, and I'm feeling much better, obviously. Why do I feel like I'm being sarcastic without meaning to? Le sigh.
Off I go, once again, into the sound of music.
Greeny
