so second day with the new blog... and I have brought my favorite two year old Nora Grace to type with me. Actually, she's about as favorite as someone in the terrible twos can be. today, today, today.... well I went to bed at like midnight so I woke up and was like ehh, no fantastic outfit today. So I went to my favorite class (not at all), DRAMA, and we actually had an ok time... Last class,we swept sawdust and our teacher told us how slow we were at it. but this class we read this play about a news reporter who gets stalked by this computer nerd and how scary the archetypal boy gets girl plot in culture is... which is why the play is called Boy Gets Girl. The only thing I didn't really like was our teacher reading a character... he gets really into read throughs though, because I think he wants to prove his acting chops to our class, which is not needed. So, after that, I went to english class and fell asleep when we watched Don Quixote so I'm pretty sure my recollection of that movie is a mix between the actual plot and Midsummer Night's Dream, which I'm in at the moment. So I mean, I could possibly write a play about a senile knight wannabe being tormented by fairies and it might work out...or it might be construed as cruel and unusual torture. So then I go to physics, and feel like a genius because I ACTUALLY GET IT. no lie, physics is hard. I mean, my main aspiration is burger flipper, but I guess in this economy I'm gonna have to know at least projectile motion and heat transfer. just kidding. So then I go to Nutrition/ Weight Management. Usually, this class is fantastic because we work out and I get super relaxed, but today... we played soccer. I'm not coordinated. at all. If I were to describe my condition, I would do it like on Intervention.
"M-O-L-L-Y. My name is molly,and I have physical dyslexia"
Do you remember in kindergarten, when your parents were trying to figure out if you were good enough at sports to try one for a few years before you either REALIZED YOU SUCK and quit so you could sit on your couch instead of participating in healthy activities OR someone TOLD YOU you were good and you kept playing and didn't care that you might be really sucky? well my parents put me in soccer first, with my sister, in an indoor league when we first moved to the fantastic Oregon Ozarks ( no lie, our neighbors called each other mother, father, sister and brother). Childhood soccer is possibly the most entertaining thing in the world. Like when 4 people collectively kick the ball into a corner, and then you just stare at it for about 15 seconds before somebody finally gets it out. And AT LEAST once, someone gets hit in the face by a soccer ball.That was chloe. As she likes to tell the story, "this kid, who looked like the kid from the little vampire, kicked the ball,and it hit me,in my front teeth." Oh, childhood sports. I wish you could just kick things like homework or children you babysit into a corner and someone else could take care of it a little while later. I guess you can do that. You'd just be a cheater/ child abuser and the other person would be the spineless nerd in your classes/ Child Services. Ehh, I guess I'll just not resort to childhood athletics. It doesn't seem worth it.