Schizostressia

Why am I not posting? Simply cuz I choose not too.
How have you been? Relatively good- whatever that means.
Enjoying life? What a stupid question, I'll let you know when I'm done.
Need help? Yes please but then again who doesn't?

Interests of the week? Anythin with the letter 'i' in the beginning of the word.
Tough times? That's the understatement of the year and what a crappy year it has been.

Recommend anythin? Lots of fluids to all those sick and healthy
Are you on anythin? Again with the drug-use implications! Just pick a finger will ya!
In love? 'In love with myself ! In love with my own reflection'- David Guetta
Need a wake up call? Why how considerate, wake me up when September ends.
Still procrastinating? Till my dying day.

Initial thoughts at the beginning of the post? Shall I trim my nails or can I still type?
Taking any medications? Interesting hmm what would you prescribe?

Sharap and stop complaining- will do!
Happy thoughts happy thoughts where are you? Makooty thats where.
In need of comforting words? Screw that I just need to get over myself
Talkin to yourself now? Define 'talkin'- I'm typing you mofo not talking
Starting to sound pathetic are we? Unfortunately so.

*Garamba3!

Nothing

The odds are against me.

Deadlines.

Personal satisfaction against magnanimity.

Residue.

Dreams are great but reality is fine too.

Addictions.

Rhetorical questions.

Dead end?

Gym Class

With just about everythin I take my time doing things. I hate being rushed, in fact if you rush me I'll mentally charge you an extra five minutes for the extra pressure. My Phys.Ed teacher did not particularly like me. Well actually he did, I always did what I was told and participated in class and actually enjoyed myself but there was one thing that got on his nerves- I was always the last student to come out from the changing room.

Always always always.

He was a very intimidating man, to the extent that some students decided to wear their P.E t-shirts under their uniform in order to save time and not be late. Over my dead body was I going to be doing that! Mind you changing in the crowded girls locker room is not an easy thing to do:

1) Locate Ms.Stinky and proceed to the opposite end of where she is.

2) Unpack what its you tiny gym bag

3) Undress

4) Dress

5) Wear your shoes and tie the laces.

6) Fold your clothes and pack them back in the bag.

I needed 7 minutes to do this, the given time was 5 minutes by the Drill sergeant.

After the first two weeks Drill Sergeant would make me run laps for my tardiness. I actually thought it was fair and because it was a good deal I was willing to put up with it throughout the whole year.

After a few more weeks he gave me 'Afterschool Detention.' As long as it wasn't on a Wednesday I wasn't complaining, because it was the only time I would use a complete hour productively doing homework.

After 2 months, he threatened me with 'In-school suspension' and actually followed through with it. I spent the whole day in the main office in a tiny cubicle staring at the wall for 6 hours. I wasn't allowed to speak a word. I got my first glimpse of prison life then and there.

By the end of the year he gave up on me and granted me my extra two minutes. I felt so proud of myself for following through (not that I had a choice, I honestly just couldn't change any faster!)

When the report card came out, I was left speechless.

He failed me.
He friggin failed me.

I failed 9th grade Physical Education.

Miss athletic tennis playing, travel the gulf for tournaments failed PE.

I had an F on my report card.

Three years later as an I'm-too-sexy-for-this-school Senior had to repeat 9th grade PE with the Freshmen. The senior with a bunch of freshmen. (Please take a moment to reflect on that.)

The Senior with the Freshmen.

Truth be said, it wasn't that bad. I've never been in a class where everyone looked up to me and took notes on everythin I said. It's safe to say that it was a major ego boost and those kids practically stood in line to take orders from me. And because I was a 12th grade student and the teacher was really amused by my story he granted me an extra five minutes to change. He gave the rest of the class 7 minutes.

*Mama Aneesa!