Ahhhhhhh, hello, World. My 1st/19th year of classes is finally behind me. I can't breathe a sigh of relief yet because I have a qualifying exam in 2 weeks, but I can at least watch a whole lot of TV for a week. And do some work for fun/money instead of grades.
I played with strangers again yesterday. I'm still trying to fight off a cold (different from the flu last week) and decided that the best way to do that was to go outside and play with a slightly different group of strangers than those I played with last time. We went out to a park, had a little bit of food, and some kickball. Well, I showed up in flip flops and did not play kickball. But I was an awesome score keeper whose allegiances switched every half inning. Turns out, it was smart of me not to play because kickball with grown ups in a non-regulation field can be very, very dangerous. There was, for example, the giant hole that people kept falling in between 2nd and 3rd base until we finally marked it with orange cones. Then there was poor Cory, who slipped, rolled his ankles, and when he sat down on the grass to rest, got stung by a bee.
Moral of the story, Children: Strangers? Great. Great outdoors? Dangerous.
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