Another Crummy Day

The worst was over, or so I thought.

I had ice hockey practice right after school in Kennesaw. So basically I drove forty-five minutes to get yelled at by my Russian Coach Yan. And after that it improves, I am running for thirty minutes after practice. I knew the dreaded run for we had done it before. I readied myself and started off. After the first day I knew all too well that never go into a sprint. I was at a good pace feeling the brisk wind in my face. Ten minutes later my legs started to get mad for doing a lot of worked and I slowed at a corner. After twenty minutes my legs were fuming. All ranting about unfairness and quit hockey for the sake of us. But I drove on for the last ten minutes pulsing hard. The last minute my legs were about to go on strike and I heard my coach cry out "One minute left boys, you can do it!" My spirits lifted as I endured a minute longer than any before. Stretching on for ages before my coach called us in. He said good practice and I went home. When I got home I met a fuming mother who had visited parent connect.

She knew about the fifty-percent on my math and made me do it all. A homework free night became a dreadful all niter. My brain was tired so I finished the problems a lot slower. Getting back home at ten at night doesn’t help either. I barley could keep awake. My eyes feeling like lead weights I fought with all my might to stay awake. I just told myself, I just had to do one more problem and you can rest. The last problem was like the last minute of running. A giant word problem. I tried to fit the pieces together when I finally said aloud "Forget this, I need my sleep" So I dragged my on busted up legs into bed. Where I returned fighting the midget until five A.M. where my alarm was messed up. But I will tell you that later.

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