Someone in my class was talking about Mark Long of The Real World. I tried to hop in and sound cool by saying something about Eric Nies who was on Season 1. No one knew what I was talking about. Even my reality TV references are dated.

Spanish 1 is still impossible. My mind just does not process foreign languages. The fact that I’m struggling to this extent in a class with all freshmen is all the more humiliating. The effortlessness in which the students minds process the information is mind blowing to me. The teacher tells them a word in Spanish, it goes in their mind, and then comes out whenever they need it. The word goes in my mind, fights a battle with the warring factions in my brain, gets lost around 5 conversations I’m having with myself about 5 different topics, and disappears forever.

“The students were taking part in a roundtable discussion that included comedian Bill Cosby. They said 7:30 a.m. was too early. Bobb agreed to have morning classes start at 8 a.m. by the second semester, which begins Jan. 22.”

For being someone who talked Andy Roddick into playing tennis with a frying pan, I sure could be having an easier time in my Rhetoric class.

Are there such things as moral victories?

We played Greensburg Central Catholic, one of my old high schools tonight. Lost 1-0 but their only goal came in the first minute of the game. The first quick goal aside, we (Can I say we when I just kept stats and screamed like a lunatic?) played them even the rest of the way.

GCC is supposed to be the best team in the section and has a massive winning streak. Unlike the team I was on, they didn’t have a girl take the field at any point. That we played them so tough after getting down like that on their home field made me really happy. It would have been easy to fold and end up losing by a bundle. Everyone played really hard and really well.

Still…Still…Still…

Losing sucks, especially when you know you’re good enough to win. It actually made me think long and hard about whether there’s such a thing as a moral victory. My gut says we’re too good for those.

Laboring on Labor Day

Immediately after school on Friday, I started gearing up to to my homework.  It’s now 7:05 on Monday and I have yet to finish it.  My two reading assignments (one for Brit Lit the other for Reformed Doctrine) were both enjoyable and I cruised through them easily.  The rest is pulling teeth.  It’s amazing the difference between doing work you enjoy and everything else.

This is why most advice is so hollow.   If my girlfriend’s little brother came to me with the same complaint last year I would have said “Toughen up and just get the work done.”  By the way, if this isn’t a great post, keep in mind I’m only writing it to avoid doing actual work.   

Regression or Progression?

I can’t say I remember what I did for Labor day weekend last year, but I’m pretty sure it was not setting up a makeshift croquet course in the backyard and playing with my Mom, Dad, Aunt, and Grandfather.  That, in terms of excitement, was the highlight of the weekend and is pretty much what I was doing for fun when I was 10.

The really odd part is this was an enjoyable weekend.  While my friends were all out doing unspeakable things each night and are now paying the price, I’m ready for the week and feel great.  Maybe there’s something to be said for family fun time.

If I’m singing a different tune a month from now, please don’t hold me to this post.

For years, many in the scientific community believed the human heart would literally explode before a man could run a 4:00 minute mile. When Roger Bannister broke the barrier, it was thought to be the greatest achievment ever seen on the track.

Until today…

Victory!!!  Finally broke 14:00 minutes in the 2 mile run for soccer with a 13:12!!!  Which I was supposed to be able to do the first day of practice!!!

p.s.

I let in like 7 bad goals in today’s scrimmage.

Grammar test was a monumental disaster, I fear.  Even with an open book I had no clue what was going on.  Jill, please double check this post for mutilation of the English language when you get back from vacation.

Grammar review in Brit Lit today. Teacher asked me how much I knew about the use of grammar and semi-colons, and I had to admit I knew absolutely nothing. Just like I know absolutely nothing about why this man dressed up as a semi-colon. This is either evidence of how useless knowledge of grammar is or evidence of how low standards are for being an author. Either way, I told the class they should learn the stuff so they don’t look like an idiot when they send e-mails…or when they write blog posts. Quiz on Wednesday;