Home

It seems every time I go home, I feel less and less connected to the place I grew up. My freshman year, Tullahoma felt like home to me, and now I hardly recognize it. I guess this happens to everybody, but I miss the hometown feeling I used to get.

Who cares?

So, apparently today is officially "Complain and be petty about recruitment rules at Lambuth" day. I was told that I was not allowed to eat in the cafeteria with my little sister today. Really, if I wanted to dirty rush her, I have had quite a while to do it, why would I start now. In response to that ridiculous rule and petty attitude, I marched up to the tables where Greeks were sitting and held Tori's hand up high and declared that she was my sister, I loved her, and I fully intended to spend as much time as I wanted with her. Sure I got some dirty looks, but at least I get to hang out with Tori. People are taking these rules so overboard, and it almost makes me seriously want to quit Greek life entirely. This is the first time I have been on this side of the recruitment process, and it is ri-freaking-diculous. Anyhow, on the plus side, I got to start challenging classes today and completed the signature scavenger hunt that is drop/add slips (I successfully collected 6 different people's signature), and my schedule is now finalized at 20 hours. Should be a challenge, but at least I won't be bored.

Freshman Move In

So I am facing a dilemma. Is freshman move-in day good or bad?They crowd the halls and make noise when I am trying to sleep, but the cafeteria also has better food when they are here. Hmmm, such a dilemma.

Worst Day of my Life

Yesterday was definitely one of the worst days of my life. Nothing went right for me all day. I woke up at 5:15am, because I was supporting my teammates in running their two mile test. It sucks to see your team run when you can't. My freshman roommate had to stop running after one mile and we took her to the emergency room. Then it was wicked hot when I went to practice, where once again I couldn't do anything but watch. I called my mom because she complains that I never call her, and she decides that I don't care enough about soccer and that I am not doing everything I can to get back on the field (Granted there is nothing I can do, but she doesn't bother to find that out before yelling at me). I had to print something out for Coach, and my printer kept eating the paper so I emailed it to myself, but couldn't get to my email in the computer lab, so I had to tell Coach that I didn't have the assignment. We had another practice that I had to watch again... and during the practice I was sure it must have been Tuesday, because otherwise it was going to be the longest day ever...and sure enough-still Monday. Coach was displeased with practice and I was exhausted. Maybe some of you are thinking "Geez, I have had days much worse than that" but I must let you know that a bad day is multiplied by having a concussion. Luckily I will never have to face August 15, 2005 again.

Not playing

I hate not playing and having to sit on the sidelines. Apparently I may have suffered a minor concussion. Man this sucks.

Failure

Recently I have become very acquainted with the term failure. I am not being hard on myself or trying to tear myself down (why would I do that when I love myself so much), but there have been several goals that I have not achieved expectations on. The strange part is that it isn't slowing me down. Today we had to run two miles in under 15 minutes. I believe I should be able to do that as a college soccer player, but today I just didn't get it taken care of. I now have to repeat the test until I am capable of running that quickly. Perhaps this should be disheartening or force me to re-examine my summer training schedule, but really, what is the point in looking back at what should have happened when there is always the future to look to instead. Had I passed the goal time, I would be exempt from having to run any more two mile tests. Since I failed, I now have the opportunity to push myself to be better. I have to shave off that extra 25 seconds, suck it up, and prove to myself how great I can really be. I love to fail and make mistakes because they give me the chance to look to the future and know what I want. If I achieved everything the first try, life wouldn't be worth anything, but with failure and mistakes I can really grow. Sure I hate the two mile test only a little less than I hate U-laps (they are on my bottom 2 list of things to do athletically) and wish I never had to see the thing ever again, but by working I can become greater than I am today and truly improve myself. (Sorry for the excessively inspirational post)

Lingering sadness

Most of you have probably never heard of the show Clone High...unless you have been forced by me to watch it. It aired on MTV my senior year and has been described as a mix between Saved by the Bell and the History Channel (Two things I also love). Because MTV is what it is, the show failed and was cancelled in the midst of the first season. Ah, I miss that show, and I am saddened that so few people know what it is.

So it begins

My ear aches right now. Not so much the eardrum, but the actual outside part of my ear. I am actually very pleased that my ear hurts more than anything else. My legs should probably be in the most pain because soccer preseason has begun. Though there has only been one full day, the prospects for the team are looking much better than they did last year. We have enough new players to field a team with, and thus far they have all been very helpful and have given phenomenal effort in practice. I am not someone who especially likes freshmen, but this class of soccer players deserves at least a thumbs-up right now, and I hope they can keep my approval.

Packing

Ever notice how when there is something to do that you don't really like to do, you tend to do other things that you know you should do but haven't gotten around to instead? Take for instance-PACKING. I know that I need to pack, but absolutely hate it. I wish everything would just move itself and go where it has to go without me making it. But alas, that can't happen, so I have to pack. All day today I have been telling myself that I have to pack. So instead I have made copies of my group homework, gotten my eyebrows waxed, went running, practiced piano, sent off mail, made copies of CD's, made plans to meet up with friends before I leave, visited my mom at work, sent emails, called some friends, and posted to my blog. Maybe if not packing when I need to makes me productive, I should always have some place to go. Well, I suppose I should go avoid packing some more now, or maybe even actually pack, so I suppose all of my fans out there will have to wait at least an hour before I get tired of not packing again.

Running

Ah, running- the current bane of my existence. I don't know what it is about running that makes me want to not do it. Maybe to me it seems like the means without the end. Where is the motivation if there is no end goal. Sure you can say the goal is to get in shape, but really, running is probably my least favorite way to do so. Maybe it is good for some people, and maybe it will be good for me someday, but right now, I would love to train for soccer without running.