Walking Wounded
May. 30th, 2005 10:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikThe phone woke me up at eight o'clock today. It was my mother "just checking" that I'd eaten the greychnivaya kasha for breakfast. I was all like "Yeah, mum, gotta go now, bye!" before rushing around like a headless chicken trying to get out of the house in ten minutes from a pyjama start. Since she'd cleverly put my schoolbag in my WARDROBE because "it needs to be out of the way" and I didn't have time to realise where it was, I ran out of the house with no pencilcase for the exam. also with no breakfast, lunch, PE uniform, library books or guitar folder. I did manage to snag a sucky calculator and a set square and pen/pacer off my mum's desk, as well as yesterdays gratuitous free bread, which I ate that breakfast on the way. And for lunch.
The science exam was easier than expected. I did need a protractor at one stage, but I think my estimate was fine. So that was all good. I managed sport without a PE uniform - even got the hang of those jumping turning kicks which I *thought* I knew how to do already, but turns out what they taught us at JAI was totally not a jumping turning kick... O_o
Speaking of kicks, the girl I partnered with for those KICKS LIKE A MULE. I have a cut right next to my eye, now. The paddle flew right out of my hand and into my face, where it impaled my glasses into my nose. I didn't realise it broke skin till a while later, when Min said "Maggie, you have blood on your face." Then I went and shoved my eye in a bubbler for about five minutes.
The trainer got out boxing gloves, and then a big red targetty thing which he put on before announcing "Just go psycho on me for 30 seconds" sparring. Little Wendy turned out to be a real vicious bugger, especially when Annie called out "He reckons Anthony's a dork!" She really went crazy. And Min HISSED at him. Wow. I didn't have a go cos of my uniform, and we didn't have time for most people anyway. It's not like that's realistic anyway, for all he went on about adrenaline and real fights being over in about 20 seconds - you're not allowed to punch his face and the padding is all smooth so there's no "Go for the balls" - and there's no way to tell how hard you hit it. I mean in a real fight you'd at leats have the comfort of "Whoah, I really got him good!" - here you can't tell, all you can do is just... keep... hitting. Be freaky for that to happen in real life.
It turns out that Olympiad lectures are on the same days as NIDA. Well that really sucks. Ah, well... something will work out.
The science exam was easier than expected. I did need a protractor at one stage, but I think my estimate was fine. So that was all good. I managed sport without a PE uniform - even got the hang of those jumping turning kicks which I *thought* I knew how to do already, but turns out what they taught us at JAI was totally not a jumping turning kick... O_o
Speaking of kicks, the girl I partnered with for those KICKS LIKE A MULE. I have a cut right next to my eye, now. The paddle flew right out of my hand and into my face, where it impaled my glasses into my nose. I didn't realise it broke skin till a while later, when Min said "Maggie, you have blood on your face." Then I went and shoved my eye in a bubbler for about five minutes.
The trainer got out boxing gloves, and then a big red targetty thing which he put on before announcing "Just go psycho on me for 30 seconds" sparring. Little Wendy turned out to be a real vicious bugger, especially when Annie called out "He reckons Anthony's a dork!" She really went crazy. And Min HISSED at him. Wow. I didn't have a go cos of my uniform, and we didn't have time for most people anyway. It's not like that's realistic anyway, for all he went on about adrenaline and real fights being over in about 20 seconds - you're not allowed to punch his face and the padding is all smooth so there's no "Go for the balls" - and there's no way to tell how hard you hit it. I mean in a real fight you'd at leats have the comfort of "Whoah, I really got him good!" - here you can't tell, all you can do is just... keep... hitting. Be freaky for that to happen in real life.
It turns out that Olympiad lectures are on the same days as NIDA. Well that really sucks. Ah, well... something will work out.
