This Bitter Pill

I got to math class and saw my professor, Patti B, looking particularly round, and I speculated on how many of her grandchildren she must have swallowed for breakfast that morning. Patti B and I start every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning off together, and let me tell you, she is such a joy to wake up to each day.

LIES!

Oh Patti B, must you make statistics so impossible? Must you continue to belittle my intelligence by yelling that we will fail the class if we don't get an A+++ on our first exam? Must you continue to take the questions of that obnoxious, overzealous young man with bad sense of humor and even worse sense of "can't you tell people are sick of you raising your hand to ask questions that do not relate to this lesson whatsoever?"

And freshman boy in the seat next to me: When I asked you in a friendly way if you took the test yet, I didn't mean that you should tell me about your twenty minutes of studying in line and your 96% result. Hey, a thought! Maybe you should start wearing longer shorts and stop wearing wool socks with sandals. Although he is from Eugene, where socks and sandals are quite commonplace. But the shorts? Unforgiveable.

Anywho, it's been quite some time hasn't it? Since I just mentioned one of the bad things in my life, I should mention the best thing.

It's name is Gymnastics Class, and my love is true.


I can't believe I have gone this long without it. It is so much fun, it feels so wonderful to do things I haven't done in about nine or ten years. I already got back my aerials, handsprings, cartwheels on the high beam, and layout half twist (on the trampoline). My next goals include back tuck and layout on floor, back tuck dismount off beam, walkovers on beam, glide kip and flyaway dismount on bars, handspring on vault, and a layout full on trampoline. I cannot even tell you how excited I am. Also a little scared. But mostly excited.

Although, I seem to be a bag of injuries lately. Knee and both feet, so hopefully those will get better so I can continue on in my hopes of becoming, well, somewhat of a semblance of what a gymnast is supposed to be.


A THOUGHT

Walking to school yesterday I looked up at the bell tower and thought this thought: "I wanna hop up there and swing around like Quasimodo."