Must...resist...sex...
In gym class today, I witnessed my very first sports related injury. One of my classmates (looked like a new girl...what a way to start the school year...) took a dive and twisted her ankle. We all knew something was wrong, because she was cringing and holding her ankle, but what caught my eye was how she was gripping the grass.
Images and thoughts of childbirth flashed through my head...
Don't ask me why, but it reminded me of how a woman grips the bedsheets while she's in labor...
Don't worry, she was okay. I give her credit; she's an athlete; if that'd happened to me, I'd have been bawling like a baby. The girl who went to get the nurse came back riding on the golfcart with the nuse and some other guy. Lucky duck...I want to ride on the golfcart! I must push someone over as the are running. Just kidding! It wasn't very fun to watch that girl get hurt; she seems nice. Not that I like mean people to get hurt either, but I feel less sympathy for them. It's karma! Now...where did they get it (the golfcart, that is. I had to add a few sentances...)...
Images and thoughts of childbirth flashed through my head...
Don't ask me why, but it reminded me of how a woman grips the bedsheets while she's in labor...
Don't worry, she was okay. I give her credit; she's an athlete; if that'd happened to me, I'd have been bawling like a baby. The girl who went to get the nurse came back riding on the golfcart with the nuse and some other guy. Lucky duck...I want to ride on the golfcart! I must push someone over as the are running. Just kidding! It wasn't very fun to watch that girl get hurt; she seems nice. Not that I like mean people to get hurt either, but I feel less sympathy for them. It's karma! Now...where did they get it (the golfcart, that is. I had to add a few sentances...)...