Well, no contacts. That's like having no eyes.
I can sum up today with a few short facts.
-Four hours of labor.
-Two hours of eating.
-Six hours of light but unrelenting rain.
-50lbs bags of clay.
-Wheeeeeeelbarrows.
Conclusion at end of activity: FOUR HOUR NAP.
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Now, The Longer Version )
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He laughed, and looked at Brian, who was sipping some hot chocolate, and asked, "Are you her boyfriend?" Brian went yup.
And the guy said, "You are one very lucky man."
"I know it."
Yes, XD, indeed.
(who had to participate in a community service act because of their HEALTH class--oh god, just when you thought that class couldn't get any worse)
I'm just thinking of how I'd feel if I were back in High School and a class required that. Oh man, I'd be pissed. >.<
I don't mean to sound like a selfish douche, but I'm big on not being forced to do things. If I do something like that, I want it to be because I chose to, not because a teacher ordered me to. This feeling is present in many of my anxieties. @_ ( ... )
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I think trying to get the message across to kids about the good they can do through volunteering would be great, but I'm with you... I just get the feeling that forcing them is just going to end up making them hate the entire idea of it. :S
& I think I tend to underestimate what I'm physically capable of anymore, due to lung issues I've dealt with since I was 21 or so. I still don't know wtf it is/was, but my lungs would 'constrict' on me, I'd get horrifically congested, and I'd go for months where I could barely get out of bed, and it felt like I was breathing through a straw. Then it'd clear up for like half a year, and I'd feel better, but I'd be weak to the point that I couldn't even pull myself up into the back of a truck.
I've used Advair since like.... February or so of last year, and it's made a big difference, my lungs are almost perfectly clear again. o_O
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