Uh-oh Spaghetti-o's.

I know this is really late, but I haven't really wanted to blog in awhile, besides since I don't have any school right now, there really isn't anything to blog.

But this is from Thursday during gym class.

So it was a normal day, chemistry was boring and gym class soccer is violent. I mean REALLY violent. Like Salad and I were almost kicked off the field for playing rough violent. But my gym teacher is really dumb, her first words before the game started were "Don't push" in soccer, you have to push people out of the way, soccer is a contact sport. That's why people used to die playing soccer.

But I got in trouble because...well first I kicked the ball and it flew from my foot and made perfect contact with Frank's face, luckily he was okay. And then later on, me and this other guy both hit each other head on...or body on. Neither of us fell, but he was bleeding in his mouth a little bit and both of us were really sore. But the way my gym teacher looked at me...she looked at me like I did that on purpose, or that I should die, or that she would take me out of the game if she really wanted to...but instead she just asked if I was okay and then re-started the game.

Salad on the other hand...was taken out of the game for a minute because our gym teacher accused him of slide tackling somebody...which he didn't.

So we play soccer a little violently in gym class. We are among friends and none of us take the injuries personally, it's the competition, the drive, the feeling winning brings...even though it isn't as great as it would be for a real soccer game.