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Day 2. Well, 10, but Day 2 of classes.
May. 28th, 2003 10:28 pmOK.
Sore muscles? Check.
Sore brain? Check.
Ice cream and oatmeal? Possible check, assuming company?
I think I did better both classes, though, today. Still didn't land much of anything but I decided I'd trust the pads and the dampening field today and at least dish out some good swings, and Mr. Logan's expression wasn't quite as disgusted today. I'm going to call that improvement and hope I don't get jumped by ninjas anytime soon.
Haven't seen anybody standing outside and telling me they aren't a hedge, move along, so I think I'm OK on the ninja front. :)
And then Ms. Frost's class . . . was almost fun, right at first. I remembered not to have any dupes running around this time (and I wasn't nearly so embarrassed about what she might pick up accidentally 'cause of still being annoyed about the things she said about Sam, even if he did say she didn't mean 'em that way) and then she linked everybody together and had us sort of play tag.
It was actually a lot like finding dupes, the way she had us hooked together. Sort of shifting attention over, only there was somebody already there that wasn't me. I was starting to get pretty good at it, I think--finding everybody all right, anyway--and then I dunno what she did but suddenly everywhere I went it was like the time I accidentally zapped myself on the toaster after Mom told me it was broken. Little booby traps, I guess, but I couldn't for the life of me tell where the darn things were. I guess I was sort of charging on in, but I never really thought there was another way to do it. Guess it's not much like finding dupes after all.
And finally I had my appointment with Ms. Braddock about my poem. She gave me a lot to think about, I still pretty much am thinking about it, but it looks like it might be a pretty cool class.
Sore muscles? Check.
Sore brain? Check.
Ice cream and oatmeal? Possible check, assuming company?
I think I did better both classes, though, today. Still didn't land much of anything but I decided I'd trust the pads and the dampening field today and at least dish out some good swings, and Mr. Logan's expression wasn't quite as disgusted today. I'm going to call that improvement and hope I don't get jumped by ninjas anytime soon.
Haven't seen anybody standing outside and telling me they aren't a hedge, move along, so I think I'm OK on the ninja front. :)
And then Ms. Frost's class . . . was almost fun, right at first. I remembered not to have any dupes running around this time (and I wasn't nearly so embarrassed about what she might pick up accidentally 'cause of still being annoyed about the things she said about Sam, even if he did say she didn't mean 'em that way) and then she linked everybody together and had us sort of play tag.
It was actually a lot like finding dupes, the way she had us hooked together. Sort of shifting attention over, only there was somebody already there that wasn't me. I was starting to get pretty good at it, I think--finding everybody all right, anyway--and then I dunno what she did but suddenly everywhere I went it was like the time I accidentally zapped myself on the toaster after Mom told me it was broken. Little booby traps, I guess, but I couldn't for the life of me tell where the darn things were. I guess I was sort of charging on in, but I never really thought there was another way to do it. Guess it's not much like finding dupes after all.
And finally I had my appointment with Ms. Braddock about my poem. She gave me a lot to think about, I still pretty much am thinking about it, but it looks like it might be a pretty cool class.
