time of torture
Well, j2 year has begun. and the first day of school warrants a post :)
First up, to whine. i'm dead beat, falling over on my feet - this possibly due to ankle/heel tendon problems, and my biological clock hasn't adjusted. Maybe watching Supernatural before attempting to go to bed wasn't the smartest move, but. it's a good show and usually shows don't affect my sleep habits. School opened with a crawling start, i was sleepy and awfully non-optimistic, possibly because i've looked on A levels with dread since the year before.
Back to the monotony of school life, which includes training. Training is back with a vengeance. note the emphasis. After no running at all since NAPFA, i got treated to 3 rounds around the school, roughly 3km, after doing ball training... poor little unfit me -.- the result was obvious. i died. however, really appreciate my teammates for encouraging me along, and refusing to let me stop and walk abit before continuing. That's supposed to be a good thing, yeah. >< And my ankle/heel tendon thingys hurt like crap, hard to walk. i think my feet may just drop off. yuck. But lessons were slack, i guess. Despite having a new gp presentation to do, all the work i did in school was copy some maths notes on vectors.
With the timetable changes, i should be able to book some second waves. good. And we end school much earlier, at the expense of 5 minutes of walking to class time. Give and take works out well. Especially when there is finally air-con in school this year. Be prepared for sniffling noses and freezing fingers, not to mention stinky classrooms after PE. Homeroom at b21 though, which is a good thing :) second floor is perfect for lazy people who want to believe they are being hardworking by climbing one flight of stairs.
And now, I recall my new year resolution to fight. Well, time to practice what i preached and battle physical fatigue to prepare for SAT and maybe even get started on econs essay, which should be due tmr. horror. tuition tmr = stay in school till late. At least the heavens are sharing my feelings and pouring out their sorrow, expressing their bouts of annoyance via bolts of lightning which illuminate the night sky in bursts and flashes.
First up, to whine. i'm dead beat, falling over on my feet - this possibly due to ankle/heel tendon problems, and my biological clock hasn't adjusted. Maybe watching Supernatural before attempting to go to bed wasn't the smartest move, but. it's a good show and usually shows don't affect my sleep habits. School opened with a crawling start, i was sleepy and awfully non-optimistic, possibly because i've looked on A levels with dread since the year before.
Back to the monotony of school life, which includes training. Training is back with a vengeance. note the emphasis. After no running at all since NAPFA, i got treated to 3 rounds around the school, roughly 3km, after doing ball training... poor little unfit me -.- the result was obvious. i died. however, really appreciate my teammates for encouraging me along, and refusing to let me stop and walk abit before continuing. That's supposed to be a good thing, yeah. >< And my ankle/heel tendon thingys hurt like crap, hard to walk. i think my feet may just drop off. yuck. But lessons were slack, i guess. Despite having a new gp presentation to do, all the work i did in school was copy some maths notes on vectors.
With the timetable changes, i should be able to book some second waves. good. And we end school much earlier, at the expense of 5 minutes of walking to class time. Give and take works out well. Especially when there is finally air-con in school this year. Be prepared for sniffling noses and freezing fingers, not to mention stinky classrooms after PE. Homeroom at b21 though, which is a good thing :) second floor is perfect for lazy people who want to believe they are being hardworking by climbing one flight of stairs.
And now, I recall my new year resolution to fight. Well, time to practice what i preached and battle physical fatigue to prepare for SAT and maybe even get started on econs essay, which should be due tmr. horror. tuition tmr = stay in school till late. At least the heavens are sharing my feelings and pouring out their sorrow, expressing their bouts of annoyance via bolts of lightning which illuminate the night sky in bursts and flashes.
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1/03/2007 08:53:00 PM
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