There are few sports that I'm passionate about. Lie. What I really mean is sports are straight from Hell, and not my kind of Hell. However, Six Base happens to be the greates sport of all time [along with badminton], and it even has a ball involved. It's like an amped version of kickball, but with six bases [hence the name?], instead of four, and in a zig zag pattern. It's manna straight from God. However, being in the release time P.E. class does nothing for my figure, as did summerschool P.E. when we actually had time to stretch and warm up. Yeah... because of the discrepency in time, we have approximately 5 minutes to warm up and stretch, which in my case today, resulted in almost serious injury. I'm sure it will be more serious tomorrow. [: Imagine thirty quarts of lactic acid damning in your legs. Fun, no?
As a member of key club, I'm obligated to serve the greater good of my community at least 30 hours per semester. Or something close to that. That really isn't a big deal, unless I never turn my hours in. :D For honor society we're only required 12, but I did both sets of hours on the same sheet, intended to make one copy for each group, and turn them in on time. However, my honor society meeting sheet had a surplus of hours, and my key club form never was turned in. On paper, I look like a horrible member of key club, but in reality, I'm not. Anywho, what I mean, is that in an attempt to recruit hours to my name I volunteered with several good friends to sell the results of Data Match to the student body, so people could pick their new best friends and future spouses. Haha.... Really we ended up laughing more than selling, and for good reason. [: My selling buddies are absolutely hilarious. More at a later time.
My English teacher [of whom you should have heard good things by now] is quite enamored with Thomas Jefferson. Today in class he started out by asking of how many of us wanted to get a TJ tattoo. Very few of us raised out hands, because, well... TJ just isn't that exciting. Or so I thought. Apparently, he's the bomb, as I well learned. By the end of class, the majority of us wanted Thomas Jefferson tattoos..... That just goes to show the influence of a great teacer. Ghandi has nothing on Freshy McFresh.
Seeing as I can't even remember what day it is, I suppose I'll go look at a calendar, or something to that effect. Cheers. :D
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