SEPTEMBER
MONDAY
I guess mom was pretty proud of herself for making me write in that journal last year,because now she went and bought me another one.
but remeber how i said that if some jerk caught me carrying a book whth "diary" on the cover they
were gonna get the wrong idea? well, that's exactly what happened today.
Now that rodrick knows i have another journal,i better remember to keep this one locked up.rodrick
actually got ahold of me LAST journal a few weeks
back,and it was a disaster. but don't even get
started on that story.
even whithout my rodrick problems,my summer was
pretty lousy
our family did't go anywhere or do anything fun,
andthat's DAD's fault. dad made me join the swim
team again,and he eanted to make sure i did't miss
any meets this year.
dad got this ideathat i'm destined to be a great swimmer or something so that's why he makes me join the the team every summer.
At my first swim meet a couple of years ago,dad
told me that whan the umpire shot off the starter pistol,i was suppsed to dive in and start swimming.
but what he DIDN'T tell me was that the starter gun only fired BLANKS.
so i was a whole lot more worried about whre the
bullet was gonna land than i was about getting
myself to the other end of the pool.
even after dad explained the whole "starter pistol" concept to me, i was still the woest swimmer on the team.
but i did end up winning "MOST improved" at the awards banquet at the end of the summer. that's only because there was a tan-minute differnce between my first race and my last one.
so i guess dad's still waiting for me to live up to my potential.
in a lot of ways, being on the swim tram was wo rse than in middle school.
first of all, we had to be at the pool by 7:30 every morning, and the water was always FREEZING
COLD
and second of all, we were all crammed into two lanes, so i always had somebody on my tail trying
to get around me.
the reason we had to use two lanes was because swim practice was at the same time as the water jazz class.
i actually tried to convince dad to let me do water jazz instead of swim, but he wouldn't go for it
i ended up walking home every day instead of getting a ride from rodrick. i figured it was better to just walk the two miles than to get brain damage in the back of that van.
halfway through the summer,i decided i was pretty much done whth swim team. so i came up whth a trick to get out of practice.
I'm swim a few laps, and than i'd ask the coach if i could use the bathroom.then i'd just hide out in the locker room until practice was over.
the only problem whth my plan was that it was something like forty degrees in the boys' bathroom.so it was even colder in THERE than it was in the pool.
i had to wrap myself up in toiliet paper so i didn't get hypothermia.
that's how i spent a pretty big chunk of my summer
vacation and that's why i'm actually looking forward to going back to school tomrrow
THE END
MONDAY
I guess mom was pretty proud of herself for making me write in that journal last year,because now she went and bought me another one.
but remeber how i said that if some jerk caught me carrying a book whth "diary" on the cover they
were gonna get the wrong idea? well, that's exactly what happened today.
Now that rodrick knows i have another journal,i better remember to keep this one locked up.rodrick
actually got ahold of me LAST journal a few weeks
back,and it was a disaster. but don't even get
started on that story.
even whithout my rodrick problems,my summer was
pretty lousy
our family did't go anywhere or do anything fun,
andthat's DAD's fault. dad made me join the swim
team again,and he eanted to make sure i did't miss
any meets this year.
dad got this ideathat i'm destined to be a great swimmer or something so that's why he makes me join the the team every summer.
At my first swim meet a couple of years ago,dad
told me that whan the umpire shot off the starter pistol,i was suppsed to dive in and start swimming.
but what he DIDN'T tell me was that the starter gun only fired BLANKS.
so i was a whole lot more worried about whre the
bullet was gonna land than i was about getting
myself to the other end of the pool.
even after dad explained the whole "starter pistol" concept to me, i was still the woest swimmer on the team.
but i did end up winning "MOST improved" at the awards banquet at the end of the summer. that's only because there was a tan-minute differnce between my first race and my last one.
so i guess dad's still waiting for me to live up to my potential.
in a lot of ways, being on the swim tram was wo rse than in middle school.
first of all, we had to be at the pool by 7:30 every morning, and the water was always FREEZING
COLD
and second of all, we were all crammed into two lanes, so i always had somebody on my tail trying
to get around me.
the reason we had to use two lanes was because swim practice was at the same time as the water jazz class.
i actually tried to convince dad to let me do water jazz instead of swim, but he wouldn't go for it
i ended up walking home every day instead of getting a ride from rodrick. i figured it was better to just walk the two miles than to get brain damage in the back of that van.
halfway through the summer,i decided i was pretty much done whth swim team. so i came up whth a trick to get out of practice.
I'm swim a few laps, and than i'd ask the coach if i could use the bathroom.then i'd just hide out in the locker room until practice was over.
the only problem whth my plan was that it was something like forty degrees in the boys' bathroom.so it was even colder in THERE than it was in the pool.
i had to wrap myself up in toiliet paper so i didn't get hypothermia.
that's how i spent a pretty big chunk of my summer
vacation and that's why i'm actually looking forward to going back to school tomrrow
THE END
