Elementary school's track and field day always meant one thing to me: the reemergence of my "asthma." Putting on fake, heavy breathing, I would send myself to the nurse and eventually home with my mother. No one ever seemed to catch that the asthma always kicked in BEFORE I participated in any events and I felt enormous pride at my ability to avoid exercising in front of my peers.
Cut to 15 years later:
That's right, willingly participating in a relay race on track and field day! Yes, the students kicked the pants off the adults, but I can say I did run faster than the teachers. Score one for the classified staff!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Identity Crisis
It's been a long time coming, but a blog overhaul is on its way. Unfortunately, these are the only names I have been able to think of with the help(?) of my mother:
- The Not-So-Innocent Now-At-Home
- The Disillusioned Re-patriot (if this doesn't get me flagged on government databases nothing will)
- Sucks To Be Me (all my mother's; nice to know what she thinks of my life!)
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