Almost there....

Well, now that that's over. Oh, what is over you ask?

SATs went well on saturday. Or, at least as well as those things can go. I just love to get up as early as a school day on saturday to take a test that, in large majority, determines where i can further my education. (which i probably need to do, since i know there is probably a bunch of grammar errors in this blog). So, i did my best....i guess.

And then i finished my philosophical paper for english class. Now i just have to read it in front of my class and defend its arguments. yippee.

There was other stuff, i just can't remember it all right now.


Now what i wanted to post about: FIELD DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love field day. No classes. I've been jogging these past few weeks to help prepare mentally for events. (i think i'm past hope getting ready physically ;D
I've been jogging at night which is a "night and day" difference from jogging under the sun. I went jogging during study hall today, and it was intense.

But, on to what else i love about field day. As done in eulogy form in second person:
The moist grass in the morning. Cheering on the little kids as they mosey down the track. Those 'fun' events: three legged races, barrel races, sack races, and snapping the rope in tug-of-war. Also, sneeking in on the little kids tug-o-war and "helping them out". Feeling satisfied by cool water in the hot sun. The smell of sunscreen reminds you of the beach. Getting to wear shorts at (my) school. Your friends run their races, and you only realize you're screaming when everyone stares at you.
Then it's your turn. You stretch. You take your mark on the little white line and try to remember how many laps you're supposed to run. (I also check to make sure my zipper's up =) As you look around at the competition you start to wonder if you'll beat anyone. In the middle of this thought, the thunder clap of the cap gun shoots adrenaline through your body. You take off running and try to find that perfect pace. (I can only run long distance) The cheer of your friends sounds louder than in the stands. Especially the joking ones that either remind you why you didn't want to run, or make you run a little faster to prove them wrong. Even though your lungs are on fire, and you seem to think you dropped you heart a few laps back, you start to work your way up to a sprint in the final lap. And there never fails to be someone right on your tail as you round the last turn. Everyone's on their feet. (This is the part where i double check that my zipper's up=) You seem to forget about breathing and start chasing the line that seems to be running too. When the finish line passes beneath your feet, you don't even know who won. Just before your legs go numb, you wonder why your calves don't melt your thighs because they feel like jello. That's your race.
The rest of the day is finished off by just chillin with your friends/pals/comrads and laughing until you cry. And the school wide, heavy artillery water balloon fight at the end of the day. And maybe a party that night. I love field day.


And for those of you who don't like to read:





My guitar concert last week:

Getting ready, and my view of the show. (It was packed, very cool =D and,
A shot straight from the depths of the land of paper making.