This week, I learned that
there’s something to be said about practice and hands on activity. For the
first time over the duration of this project, I actually got to play a real game. While I’ve always regarded
myself as more of the listen/read and remember type, over the course of this week
I learned just how refreshing it is to abandon the text books and quizlets to
just play the game and have fun.
You know what, let me
just revise that statement because it’s not entirely true. There wasn’t really
any fun involved, it was more stress and bad decisions made late at night.
While the table and I have buried the hatchet and no longer have a personal
vendetta against one another, a new and more formidable opponent has risen in
its place…. stage crew (cue dramatic music and lightning flashes).
This entire week is aptly
deemed Hell Week, which I learned very quickly has earned its name through days
of no sleep and torturous run throughs. Don’t get me wrong, I love the play and
think it’s going to be absolutely positively fantastic (buy tickets!), but it’s taken the time I had
allotted for billiards and zapped it down to practically nothing. Every day
this week I’ve arrived at school at seven, finished my school day, and worked
on something or other until about 9:30, when I am finally able to go home. From
then on I do my homework (which takes forever
to do) until about maybe 10 or 11:30 before I literally fall asleep
standing up, and repeat it for the next day. Sometimes I think it would be better to be in house management, but then I realize they have to talk to people and quickly force that thought out of my head and go back to reality.
Now that I have all of
your sympathy (the pathos is real), I figured I’d get to the part you’re all
wondering about, the stress and bad decisions made late at night. So as I’ve
mentioned before, my family are all billiards all-stars. I am also very good at
manipulating people to help me, so I may have forced them to pick one poor
unfortunate soul to stay up with me and play pool at like 11 at night. We didn’t
play for long, but since my parents apparently are either really really nice to
me (thanks mom and dad) or don’t need sleep, I was able to squeeze in the bare
minimum of practicing.
This is when my problems
started. As you can probably see when I come into school with a blank stare and
practically fall asleep in class, I’m very tired. However, this tiredness is
multiplied tenfold late at night when I’ve been securing mermaid tails or
seahorse heads all night. At one point in the night I was handed a blue Gatorade
because I was dying of thirst, but instead of drinking it I accidentally
dropped it as soon as I had (not really) possession (in football I assume they
would regard it as an incomplete pass), leading to a new blue stain on our rug.
Then last night I forgot that you had to actually aim the ball at your set of balls and not the other
players, and kind of just hit it into nowhere before helping myself lose.
The stress part came in
earlier, but was magnified at about the same time. When I’m tired or stressed
my friends tend to avoid me (this is why I have no friends) because I get very
annoyed very quickly. Someone might make a perfectly good natured joke but I’m
so tired I hear it wrong, and feel like I’m being insulted which most of the time isn’t the case. Then
add that to the spirit of familial competition, and you have a lot of tension, which
is always a fun time.
At this point, I’m not
sure I’ll ever win, but I guess we’ll find out in later weeks when we get to my
favorite topic and goal, cutthroat billiards. Until the week three check in,
see you later!
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