a second thought, Brian has already launched into the next
discussion question, eagerly expressing his opinion on character development.
My Life Undecided
MY UNDYING DEVOTION TO THIS BLOG
Posted on: Monday, October 25th at 7:02 pm by BB4Life
Okay, as it turns out, rugby is nothing like soccer. Except for the fact that there’s a bal , a grassy field, and a goal, they’re actual y two
very different games.
Just to give you a quick update on the choices you’ve made for me thus far, I went to the tryouts today, just like I said I would, and
when I first got there, I could have sworn I was in the wrong place because the field was ful of boys. It wasn’t until closer inspection
that I realized it real y was the girls’ rugby team, just none of them happened to look like girls. They al had crew cuts, strapping
muscular frames, and a seeming col ective disregard for any kind of traditional beauty-enhancing products. They were also, on
average, al about a foot tal er than me, which real y wouldn’t have bothered me if rugby didn’t happen to be a contact sport. No, wait.
“Contact” is too soft a word. “Tackle” sport is more accurate.
Yes, tackling. As in ful -on, footbal -style dog piles in the middle of wet grass. The difference between rugby and footbal , however, is
the existence of padding and protective gear. In rugby there isn’t any. And now I’ve got a black eye, two toes that may or may not be
sprained (since according to the school nurse, it’s nearly impossible to diagnose a sprained toe), bruises in places I didn’t even think
were capable of bruising, and an ego that is shattered beyond repair.
I’m not complaining, mind you. I’m just, you know…disclosing the facts. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Because I want you to know
just how far I’m wil ing to go to keep my promise to al of you and fol ow the choices you have made on my behalf.
Speaking of which, Rhett Butler’s big club opening is coming up this weekend. I know a lot of you have already voted but I think I’l
leave the pol open just a bit longer so I can be sure to gather everyone’s opinion before I do anything. So if you’re new to the blog,
don’t forget to vote! And although I know it’s not technical y my choice, let me just say that I real y, REALLY want to go. So badly, in
fact, I’d be wil ing to endure another round of rugby tryouts. Just an FYI…
Wel , I’m off to find some Neosporin and a lot of concealer. Thanks for tuning in.
Your bruised and battered friend,
BB
Decidedly So
I’ve learned over the past week and a half that al owing perfect strangers to control your life is not always pleasant…and on some rare
occasions, can be hazardous to your health.
Needless to say, I didn’t make the rugby team.
And even more needless to say, I didn’t mind in the slightest.
The extra credit field trip for health class was on Tuesday and al ow me to sum it up for you in one word: BORING! And total y gross. The
exhibit we visited was cal ed “Bodies” and it wasn’t anything like I expected. Basical y it consisted entirely of dissected human corpses. No, I’m
serious! Dead. Bodies. Cut. Open. On. Display.
I nearly lost my lunch three times.
At least I got to skip the last three periods of school and Brian Harris was also on the trip, so I (sort of) knew one person in the group.
Because let’s face it, the crowd I used to hang out with isn’t real y in the habit of signing up for extra credit field trips, particularly ones involving dead
bodies. But I guess just in case I did lose my lunch and ended up choking on it on its way back up, at least Brian would have been able to Heimlich
me again.
But having him on the trip with me did prove to have its downside. On the way back, he told me the debate team was minus one person
because someone had to transfer schools and then he asked me if I had any interest in joining. And I’m sure you can guess what the consensus on
that
discussion question, eagerly expressing his opinion on character development.
My Life Undecided
MY UNDYING DEVOTION TO THIS BLOG
Posted on: Monday, October 25th at 7:02 pm by BB4Life
Okay, as it turns out, rugby is nothing like soccer. Except for the fact that there’s a bal , a grassy field, and a goal, they’re actual y two
very different games.
Just to give you a quick update on the choices you’ve made for me thus far, I went to the tryouts today, just like I said I would, and
when I first got there, I could have sworn I was in the wrong place because the field was ful of boys. It wasn’t until closer inspection
that I realized it real y was the girls’ rugby team, just none of them happened to look like girls. They al had crew cuts, strapping
muscular frames, and a seeming col ective disregard for any kind of traditional beauty-enhancing products. They were also, on
average, al about a foot tal er than me, which real y wouldn’t have bothered me if rugby didn’t happen to be a contact sport. No, wait.
“Contact” is too soft a word. “Tackle” sport is more accurate.
Yes, tackling. As in ful -on, footbal -style dog piles in the middle of wet grass. The difference between rugby and footbal , however, is
the existence of padding and protective gear. In rugby there isn’t any. And now I’ve got a black eye, two toes that may or may not be
sprained (since according to the school nurse, it’s nearly impossible to diagnose a sprained toe), bruises in places I didn’t even think
were capable of bruising, and an ego that is shattered beyond repair.
I’m not complaining, mind you. I’m just, you know…disclosing the facts. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Because I want you to know
just how far I’m wil ing to go to keep my promise to al of you and fol ow the choices you have made on my behalf.
Speaking of which, Rhett Butler’s big club opening is coming up this weekend. I know a lot of you have already voted but I think I’l
leave the pol open just a bit longer so I can be sure to gather everyone’s opinion before I do anything. So if you’re new to the blog,
don’t forget to vote! And although I know it’s not technical y my choice, let me just say that I real y, REALLY want to go. So badly, in
fact, I’d be wil ing to endure another round of rugby tryouts. Just an FYI…
Wel , I’m off to find some Neosporin and a lot of concealer. Thanks for tuning in.
Your bruised and battered friend,
BB
Decidedly So
I’ve learned over the past week and a half that al owing perfect strangers to control your life is not always pleasant…and on some rare
occasions, can be hazardous to your health.
Needless to say, I didn’t make the rugby team.
And even more needless to say, I didn’t mind in the slightest.
The extra credit field trip for health class was on Tuesday and al ow me to sum it up for you in one word: BORING! And total y gross. The
exhibit we visited was cal ed “Bodies” and it wasn’t anything like I expected. Basical y it consisted entirely of dissected human corpses. No, I’m
serious! Dead. Bodies. Cut. Open. On. Display.
I nearly lost my lunch three times.
At least I got to skip the last three periods of school and Brian Harris was also on the trip, so I (sort of) knew one person in the group.
Because let’s face it, the crowd I used to hang out with isn’t real y in the habit of signing up for extra credit field trips, particularly ones involving dead
bodies. But I guess just in case I did lose my lunch and ended up choking on it on its way back up, at least Brian would have been able to Heimlich
me again.
But having him on the trip with me did prove to have its downside. On the way back, he told me the debate team was minus one person
because someone had to transfer schools and then he asked me if I had any interest in joining. And I’m sure you can guess what the consensus on
that
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