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Bad-Day Rantage
Aug. 28th, 2008 09:48 pmMy AP Lang teacher picked this morning to introduce us to a tradition she has called "Today Sucks". Everyone in the class explains why today is going to suck.
This turned out to be absolutely correct.
Usually I like Thursdays, but today officially does not count as Thursday. I'm in the orchestra, and had to play at Open House this evening, so that negated the possibility of going to Player's Guild, which is a sort of game club at my school that I frequent on Thursdays, which - along with the fact that it's restaurant pizza day in the cafeteria - is why I like that day. I made an ill-advised effort to contribute in a game of fleetball* in Team Sports, which only resulted in me being even hotter and sweatier than normal. And to top it all off, upon getting out of Open House, it took me twenty-one minutes to get to my house, a five-minute drive from the school. Sixteen of those minutes were spent waiting for a bimbo in a red SUV to stop talking on her cell phone and actually let me out of the parking space.
TEAL DEAR VERSION: Today sucks.
*To understand fleetball, one must first understand flag football. This is a slightly obscure variant of American football invented for gym class in schools that are worried about liability, in which plays are ended, not by tackling, but by tearing away one of two flags attached by velcro to the waist of each player, in effect making it a non-contact sport. Fleetball is an even more obscure variant of flag football - so obscure, in fact, that the change in rules does not appear to exist.
This turned out to be absolutely correct.
Usually I like Thursdays, but today officially does not count as Thursday. I'm in the orchestra, and had to play at Open House this evening, so that negated the possibility of going to Player's Guild, which is a sort of game club at my school that I frequent on Thursdays, which - along with the fact that it's restaurant pizza day in the cafeteria - is why I like that day. I made an ill-advised effort to contribute in a game of fleetball* in Team Sports, which only resulted in me being even hotter and sweatier than normal. And to top it all off, upon getting out of Open House, it took me twenty-one minutes to get to my house, a five-minute drive from the school. Sixteen of those minutes were spent waiting for a bimbo in a red SUV to stop talking on her cell phone and actually let me out of the parking space.
TEAL DEAR VERSION: Today sucks.
*To understand fleetball, one must first understand flag football. This is a slightly obscure variant of American football invented for gym class in schools that are worried about liability, in which plays are ended, not by tackling, but by tearing away one of two flags attached by velcro to the waist of each player, in effect making it a non-contact sport. Fleetball is an even more obscure variant of flag football - so obscure, in fact, that the change in rules does not appear to exist.
