Like I Don't Know

I think I'll just not write about school yesterday. Nothing really significant happened. In Art we're starting a new unit, so unless I want to incorporate hands in my project, no more hands for me. But I still do have to finish my visual hand tutorial, mostly for Paul, because I promised him that I would get it up. I had no time to work on it, let alone all of my homework, all week.

The day was almost perfectly fine yesterday until right after school. It was then that the weather became quite damp until it started to rain. I had my laptop with me, so I was more afraid for it than getting my foot too wet while I was getting on my ankle and shin guards. Thankfully when Coach got down to the filed once I had one foot done, he told us to get up to the gym to warm up and get back down to the field at quarter to four. I finished getting ready in the gym and warmed up with Varsity (why?) before receiving bad news.

Sara had a concussion and couldn't really do anything. She couldn't really run and she certainly couldn't play goalie. So Grace took Sara's place as goalie on the Varsity level. That meant that JV lost their goal keeper. The coaches then told Maddie that she had to play keeper on JV.

Then we were down on the field. Junior varsity was tackling the ten (along with some Varsity) and then we were told to all get on the field. We all (JV) warmed up Grace, who was freaking out because we were going against Pioneer, and the JV (and later Sara, after the captains' meet) were off the field.

It was fairly uneventful on the bench, but I have rant in me anyway. Not again, right? Well, I've been in a bad mood all week. Expect it.

Just before the JV went off to warm up for our game and way before the Varsity finished with their game, Cannsfield's Mom brought up a few snacks. None of us had really eaten since elven o'clock on average, and it was six-ish then, so JV at least got excited at the sight of food. But we were shot down. Give or take a word or so, we were told, "The snacks are for Varsity after their game. JV gets the leftovers." No joke. So I got all angry and started ranting about it, hoping I'd be heard.

I mean, what the f? Really?

Maura had a little lecture about it to me, but I was quite stubborn about the fact and her calming words were just bull. Athletes need fuel to compete, yes? Guess field hockey girls are too good for food. Ha!

Later I was telling Mom and Dad about it and they, I think, were more angry than me. Mom was telling Dad that he should write to the coach about it. For once I was in an alright mood (I had pretzels) so I tried sneaking back downstairs.

Anyway, then the JV went off and warmed up, except almost no one was taking it seriously. Even the captain of the JV. Sara was hanging out as well, but she wasn't much help. I want to be back on Varsity, where things in the game mean something to the people playing! I can't stand this!

It was our turn on the field. I got stuck as high left defense again, but I'm finally getting used to the position and how my teammates work. Didn't take me too long on learning about my teammates.

Ha! For example, I know I can trust Tara on the field, as well as Maura and Jessica. Jessica still plays a bit like high d, but I live with it. I've also learned that Katies does not listen, even if I and Maddie yetll at her to do the same thing all through the game. I was so angry at her by the end . . . and finally, the low left backs don't know where to be when the ball is on the right side of the circle, even if I tell her a few times whenever I get the chance. At least once of the goals scored on us could have been prevented if someone was ready to pick off what got past Maddie. I know I have done that sort of thing my share of times for Sara, even if it was in practices and only once in a game.

No one listens to me! That's my point! I yell and scream at people, but I might as well be silent. And still the coaches pick on me the most but don't reinforce what I continuously repeat to other players.

Sometimes it feels that only Tara, Jessica and me care about the outcome of the game. I'll point out that our left side is stronger than our right.

Another little point-out. JV must bring Varsity their water bottles during the breaks--half time or time outs. But although Varsity stayed today, we had to grab our own. They get to eat and don't have to help us.

I think I have all my rant-ness down. Funny how my journals are mostly about field hockey now. It is a big thing for me right now.

So now I'm home. Because I haven't had something real to eat for nine hours now, I get to throw together my own dinner than then work on my Calc. I don't know how long I worked on it--maybe forty-five minutes?--and I couldn't do anything more. Like that type of feeling.

So I get a break and watch some TV, eat my pretzels before I get back to it. But I'm tired and just can't do any more. I I say screw it and go to bed.

Why did I go to present tense?

Anyway, when I woke up this morning my throat hurt so bad. I should be used to this by now after having the problem all last winter, but I'm not. That's my only ailment, though. No headache or runny nose or anything. Well, it might seem like I have sneezes. Wish I could have had some of the oranges they pulled out for Varsity. But they're better than us (even though I was Varsity up until a week ago).

I guess maybe I am feeling worse. Crap.

So I'll stop writing after another quick thing.

At the end of Chemistry we had a fire drill that scared the bejeezers out of me. I was in the middle of writing and suddenly too loud of alarms started going off. But I did get to chat with Mark and Emily. And school is an I-Can't sort of thing right now.

I didn't even spell my last name correctly a minute ago. I was writing a u instead of an r.

*dies*