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Apparently the junebugs missed the memo...
IT'S JULY!
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Lately I've been doing a lot of thinking (yes, scary)... I've really been acting idiotic the past few years, and things need to change. I look at all the people who worked their asses off to earn scholarships and graduate with honours, and realize that if I hadn't been so apathetic throughout highschool, I'd be in the same position. I mean, yes I graduated, and yes I passed all my courses this year, but barely. Way to kill your future, Amanda. Thank goodness I have another chance to get it right come September. This time around, I don't have a choice; anything less than an eighty-five is not acceptable.
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Baseball season will be over soon enough, and for me it's bittersweet. I've been waiting for the season to end for quite some time (as have my managers), so that I can spend the rest of the summer working. I really need to save for school and a car (my mom went back to work, meaning that I'm left without a vehicle during the day!), and I'm simply not getting enough hours to do so with baseball devouring so much of my time. Then again, I'm falling in love with the sport all over again. I love practicing, and the confidence that it gives me. I love knowing that when I step out on the mound, I am in complete control. To me, pitching is a total power trip, and when I'm on my game, I'm on top of the world.
IT'S JULY!
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Lately I've been doing a lot of thinking (yes, scary)... I've really been acting idiotic the past few years, and things need to change. I look at all the people who worked their asses off to earn scholarships and graduate with honours, and realize that if I hadn't been so apathetic throughout highschool, I'd be in the same position. I mean, yes I graduated, and yes I passed all my courses this year, but barely. Way to kill your future, Amanda. Thank goodness I have another chance to get it right come September. This time around, I don't have a choice; anything less than an eighty-five is not acceptable.
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Baseball season will be over soon enough, and for me it's bittersweet. I've been waiting for the season to end for quite some time (as have my managers), so that I can spend the rest of the summer working. I really need to save for school and a car (my mom went back to work, meaning that I'm left without a vehicle during the day!), and I'm simply not getting enough hours to do so with baseball devouring so much of my time. Then again, I'm falling in love with the sport all over again. I love practicing, and the confidence that it gives me. I love knowing that when I step out on the mound, I am in complete control. To me, pitching is a total power trip, and when I'm on my game, I'm on top of the world.