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I'm at work at the library right now. I have been trying to study for AP&P for the last five and a half hours, but to no avail. There's a resident at the med school who used to play raquetball quite frequently. I always remember him because he has the hugest legs I have ever seen. He's a pretty tall, stalky guy who always wears shorts. Describing him kind of reminds me of the description of Hagrid in the Harry Potter books. I have a hard time looking at his face. My eyes are always drawn down to the tree trunks. Anyway. Even though I told him several times that I had the court reserved for my kickboxing class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, he always asked if he can play just a few more points; it won't take too long. The first few times he pulled that number on me, I let him. I don't like kicking people out, and he promised that he would be done soon. My classes would only get started at 6:05 or 6:10. When I only have an hour to give people a good workout, I need every minute that I reserved. I eventually started giving him a harder time and posted a sign on the door, so he stopped coming. Tonight, my favorite resident waltzed over to the reference section, grabbed a pamphlet and asked me to check it out to him. First, he wasn't in the system, so he had to fill out some paperwork. Then he got all huffy when I told him that reference materials couldn't leave the library. He tried to confuse Steph and I with a story about some librarian at SMMC left the material for him, then got upset when he had to repeat it to our supervisor. Later in the night, after he was done going through his material, he asked for help finding some books and articles in the library. Even though I didn't like him very much, I put on my best Valerie smile and guided him through the process. He had to leave midway through the search to return a pager, but I continued plugging away at his list, writing directions and printing off electronic resources. Once he had everything he needed, he walked up to the Circ Desk and thanked me with a smile and a sigh. He had gotten more help than he had ever expected. I guess it's true that you can kill your enemies with kindness.
Last Thursday I sprained my ankle. I was going for a run after Kickboxing, as usual, but wasn't feeling like a straight run. So, I decided to make the whole two miles just drills, which are pretty fun. After about a mile, I could feel my legs getting drained, but I kept on going. My shoes needed tightening, but I told myself to wait until after that mile mark, then I could stop to retie. I'm just stubborn like that. Then I rolled my ankle with a loud crack. I walked for a couple laps until the pain went away, but I knew something was wrong. I iced and elevated it, but thought that I could be okay in the morning, like I usually was. That night, I couldn't find a position that didn't hurt my ankle, so I slept fitfully. In the morning, I could hardly walk. I tried putting on my hiking boots, hoping that the support and compression would ease some of the pain, but it didn't work out so well. I called my mom almost in tears to ask her what she thought I should do, if I should tough it out or get it checked. She voted for the latter. After slowly hobbling to my classes, I made an appointment at the Health Center. At my appointment on Friday, I met with Dr. Guay. He introduced himself as Dr. GWAY. I thought it was funny. Nice try, bud. It's pronounced GAY. He turned out to be amazing. He described to me what muscles and ligaments I could have torn and why he did the tests he did. He used a tuning fork on me; if any of the bones in my ankle had broken, then would rattle around when he put the fork on my skin, causing extreme pain. In the end, he told me that I had a grade 1 sprain. If it didn't get better by Tuesday, I should call to make an appointment for an x-ray.
Neil left. He IMed me and told me that if I wanted to hang out, Thursday was pretty much my last opportunity. After debating what to do for a while, I told him I would make us each a peanut butter sandwich and head over after kickboxing. Kat ended up coming with me, I think because she would feel bad if she didn't see him one last time. Neil and I did most of the talking. I could tell Kat wasn't entirely comfortable. He was happier, it seemed. He told me about all the things he wants to do, all the things he used to love that he stopped doing after he started seeing Anna. He wants to ride his motorcycle for a summer, just seeing where it takes him. He has started taking flying lessons again and is only 15 hours away from getting his pilot's licence. The Damariscotta River is full of jellyfish in the summer; he had to dive in that river to harvest the oysters for a company he worked for back in high school. It made me happy that he was leaving. He's got big dreams. UNE just wasn't a good atmosphere for him. On Friday, I ran into him again, and we ended up hanging out for a couple more hours. He told me that if I ever asked to be his girlfriend, he would say yes. I'm getting really good at saying no to him. I had bought a sports bra at Wal*Mart before going to see Neil, then ended up leaving the bag in his room when I left for my ankle appointment. As it turned out, his mom found it while she was helping him pack. I had to go pick it up and face the questioning from his mother about leaving my bra in her son's room.
On Saturday, I met Mom and Dad for what I thought was going to be breakfast. We ended up just walking the Maine Mall then heading up to Freeport, where I went to the bead store. I got my first string of pearls. They're cultured, but they're pearls nonetheless.
Today was RA training. Group activities are totally not my thing. All the people clamoring for attention. Yelling. Fake smiles. I thought having Tyler there with me was going to make it more fun, but I don't think I said more than a few words to him in the four hours. At stuff like that I just get all introverted and don't want to say anything. If everyone else wants the spotlight, so be it. I'm not going to waste my energy.
Last Thursday I sprained my ankle. I was going for a run after Kickboxing, as usual, but wasn't feeling like a straight run. So, I decided to make the whole two miles just drills, which are pretty fun. After about a mile, I could feel my legs getting drained, but I kept on going. My shoes needed tightening, but I told myself to wait until after that mile mark, then I could stop to retie. I'm just stubborn like that. Then I rolled my ankle with a loud crack. I walked for a couple laps until the pain went away, but I knew something was wrong. I iced and elevated it, but thought that I could be okay in the morning, like I usually was. That night, I couldn't find a position that didn't hurt my ankle, so I slept fitfully. In the morning, I could hardly walk. I tried putting on my hiking boots, hoping that the support and compression would ease some of the pain, but it didn't work out so well. I called my mom almost in tears to ask her what she thought I should do, if I should tough it out or get it checked. She voted for the latter. After slowly hobbling to my classes, I made an appointment at the Health Center. At my appointment on Friday, I met with Dr. Guay. He introduced himself as Dr. GWAY. I thought it was funny. Nice try, bud. It's pronounced GAY. He turned out to be amazing. He described to me what muscles and ligaments I could have torn and why he did the tests he did. He used a tuning fork on me; if any of the bones in my ankle had broken, then would rattle around when he put the fork on my skin, causing extreme pain. In the end, he told me that I had a grade 1 sprain. If it didn't get better by Tuesday, I should call to make an appointment for an x-ray.
Neil left. He IMed me and told me that if I wanted to hang out, Thursday was pretty much my last opportunity. After debating what to do for a while, I told him I would make us each a peanut butter sandwich and head over after kickboxing. Kat ended up coming with me, I think because she would feel bad if she didn't see him one last time. Neil and I did most of the talking. I could tell Kat wasn't entirely comfortable. He was happier, it seemed. He told me about all the things he wants to do, all the things he used to love that he stopped doing after he started seeing Anna. He wants to ride his motorcycle for a summer, just seeing where it takes him. He has started taking flying lessons again and is only 15 hours away from getting his pilot's licence. The Damariscotta River is full of jellyfish in the summer; he had to dive in that river to harvest the oysters for a company he worked for back in high school. It made me happy that he was leaving. He's got big dreams. UNE just wasn't a good atmosphere for him. On Friday, I ran into him again, and we ended up hanging out for a couple more hours. He told me that if I ever asked to be his girlfriend, he would say yes. I'm getting really good at saying no to him. I had bought a sports bra at Wal*Mart before going to see Neil, then ended up leaving the bag in his room when I left for my ankle appointment. As it turned out, his mom found it while she was helping him pack. I had to go pick it up and face the questioning from his mother about leaving my bra in her son's room.
On Saturday, I met Mom and Dad for what I thought was going to be breakfast. We ended up just walking the Maine Mall then heading up to Freeport, where I went to the bead store. I got my first string of pearls. They're cultured, but they're pearls nonetheless.
Today was RA training. Group activities are totally not my thing. All the people clamoring for attention. Yelling. Fake smiles. I thought having Tyler there with me was going to make it more fun, but I don't think I said more than a few words to him in the four hours. At stuff like that I just get all introverted and don't want to say anything. If everyone else wants the spotlight, so be it. I'm not going to waste my energy.