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Man this week has been crazy...Practice is pretty hard...feels good. We arn't putting in the same amount of yards as i did with jim, but some how, i dont remember being this sore after a week with him. Every practice this week was lactate...Blows nuts, i can feel the lactic acid just boiling in my legs, and arms. i dont like it. But, you know what doesnt kill you makes you stronger. And this is looking like a strong year. On thursday after practice, tom sat me down for a little chat. Not nearly as bad as i thought it was going to be. I was really surprised. He told me that i was a prick...we all knew that one. But i need to change my "motivational tactics." Then he started going off on how he is really excited. For this season, for the end of this year... for next year. Even for ten years from now. It hit me that this man really cares about me. I'm one of his boys...the way jay was, the orozco boys were, and countless other guys that through the years of TV swimming, are the "legends" of the team. That almost knocked me flat on my back. That is more than any of toms swimmers can ask for. When your a freshman you just hope that you can someday get to be where those guys in toms stories were. Ne way 'nough bout swimmin, school sucks. I hate it, and want to graduate today. It is bugging the hell out of me. I think i have gone beyond senioritis, and now i am just getting pissed off. It is such a waste of my time. Aside from AP econ, i love that class, and Mr. Thompson is the man. I went to class early on wed, cause i had nothing better to do, and we discused what it means to be a man, and a coach, and a teacher. He's getting a lot of heat cause his b-ball team sucks, and his kids dont know the meaning of a team, or hard work. So i told him about it. It was a really cool thing, for a student to give viable input to a teacher, and a coach of 23 years. Ah, now for girls...girls, girls,girls...well really its only one girl, but still. I have been spending a lot of time with this little girl lately. Mmmmm...hot tubs. And last night was the icing on the cake of my week. I went to go get her at about 8:00 fri. night, and didnt leave her until about 5:00 sat. morning. I was walking in my house, just as my mom was walking out to go to her masters practice. I said good night to my mom, when she said good morning. Kinda funny. My dad gave me shit about it. I told him that there was no harm in not sleeping, and he just laughed shook his head, and said, he didnt want to hear what i was doing if i wasnt sleeping... What does he think i am, a damn criminal, or a man whore. GEEZZE!!! any who...that was my week in a nutshell, so yeah. thank you come again.