Tag, History, and M&F Hers

-Thursday-

Surprise! I'm talking about P.E. again! For hating it so much I talk about it incessantly to the point that my readers [I know (hope) you're out there!] might begin to think I actually like it. I can assure you most vehemently that I do not in the least enjoy release time P.E. I promise. :D HOWEVER! Today we were supposed to have a curriculum based lab day, but our teachers decided to loop and hang us and threw a sports day in instead. No big deal I suppose. Then again... I have been wrong quite a bit more than usual lately. Strange.... Anywho, so it would have been fine had we not playeda version of foot ball more foreign to me than the Americanized version which alone blows my mind. Because of the inordinate dullness of the game and the fact that our class was combined with an optional P.E. class [aka a class that has people in it who are a. skilled, b. like sports, and c. enjoy dominance] meaning that class only passed and junk to their own class, even though it was split even for teams, one of the other females in the male heirarchy and I decided to play tag, seeing as that was pretty much what this "foot ball" was anyway. In that case, we had way more fun than we previously were having. Near the end of class, I tagged one of the few males in the class that wasn't overly aggressive [I know! I'm awful!!], and in retaliation he decided to get back to myself and the one other person playing tag at the time. SO! what he did was tag us both, which was totally cheating. Nonetheless, I gathered my damaged dignity, and chased him [without thinking] through the door with a million people squeazing through. That wasn't exactly the smartest thing I've done in awhile. With the momentum of my haste and the handicap of the fifty people in front of me I decided to Jack and Jill it out of the door in stead. With my mad rolling skills, I avoided [most] injury [other than my pride of course, and a few bruises], and tagged my victim. Tell me that isn't skill. :D

In history [another class I'm not overly enthused about yet still find time to ramble on and on and on and on and on about], we've been working with the 1920's. For this particular unit, our teacher decided to divvy up the chapters, and let us teach it ourselves, while grading how well we taught. My group was AMAZING! :D Well. My group's power point presentation was AMAZING! :D Heckess. Guess who did it all willingly? Heckess. Me. Because of that, I took the liberty of making it ultra chic and as girly as possibly. This being that the other two members of my group happen to be guys. I figure if they're going to do the minimum of work, and one not even give me any material to work with [forcing me to do his part for him or suffer the docking of the group's grade], I might as well have some fun with it. {: We'll see how they like it tomorrow. Not to mention I spent nearly five hours on the notes and assemblage of it! Hahaha....

I asked my mom to pick up a fitness magazine for me today, so I could do some make-up articles for the days I missed of P.E. I absolutely love her, but what does she bring me? The most feminine magazine [probably] in the entire store! BUT! what can I complain? I didn't pick it out. :D I suppose if anyone saw me with it they'd think I'm a hardcore lesbian. Which I'm not. Anywho, I'm gone to dream land, or something close to it. Cheers. :D