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Oh sweet days of summer..
My head was pounding as I lay on the blue mat. All three inches of it meant a world of difference from excruciating pain, to this somewhat softer landing. There was a saying I heard once, "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." I weigh 125, and damn. I might as well weigh 325.
"You must like the view," was the voice of the hand before my eyes. I smiled dryly as I took hold of it. I imagined I was floating for those few seconds my master lifted me to my feet.
"Let's try this again," he said as assumed the stance once more. I also heard that if you're left without one of you five senses, the other four are heightened. I assumed the same stance, then closed my eyes, and listened. I heard him breathing softly, and full of purpose. Then a sharp intake of air, the slight rustle of clothing; I opened my eyes. With less than a second to spare, I blocked and countered, bringing him to the ground. It was sloppy, but it happened. This time it was my hand offered, but he jumped quickly to his feet. Still he bowed before me.
"Progress is slow...but you surprised me. Go home, and we'll meet again, tomorrow."
I nodded my approval, then bowed back, before going to change. The entire time, I played that scene in my mind. I couldn't believe it worked, yet I wondered where I could make improvement. Don't close your eyes. Close your eyes, and wait for that breath, don't wait for him to move. Or maybe you're not made for this. But he told me to come back tomorrow, so it must be good for something.
With duffel bag in tow, I left the brick building to walk the short distance home. The sun was just beginning to set, my favorite time of day. I noticed a couple of bruises forming on my arms and wondered if I should wear a long sleeved shirt. People might think my boyfriend to be abusive. Maybe if they ask, I'll say yes just to get them going. My humor is strange like that. I shook my head at my shortcomings.
I unlocked the door to my small apartment room, and was greeted by the same off colored carpet, dull colored walls, and the red LED light that told me I had messages. I pressed the play button, then fell onto the couch. It was then I realized something funny: I don't even have a boyfriend.
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So I'm suffering from a pretty stupid headache. And it's making me feel slightly nauseous. I've had a headache like this twice before, and have thrown up because of them. Is that normal? I guess, maybe it's a migraine? But I don't think so...other than those two things. A bad thing about studying for my Calculus test is that I'm on a roll for the first three or four problems on my worksheet, then when I run into one that's difficult, I lose all motivation, I find other things to occupy my time. And then from there it's hell to get started again. So, I studied for one test. But not the other...I guess it's intimidating, but not as much as Calculus. The only reason why this one is bad is because I have to review/learn the concept. My teacher explains concept and goes over a single power point, and at the end she announces, "And I'm finished with this chapter," or, "That's pretty much the whole chapter, I'm through with it." Then gives us a lab or ten to demonstrate the chapter. This is one of the first labs I liked. We're playing with tuning forks, for lack of better words, and its pretty cool until the part where five groups have found a loudly resonating sound, you can't even hear your own, and you're getting more ear damage in one day than ten years. But I just complain too much. I'm still in the class, which was my choice, so yeah. I'll survive. Just as long as I can get over this damn headache.
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