Gamberro

I just got my big (25% of the semester, in the 2nd week!) anatomy & physiology test back, and the results are in…

51/60

which means…

85%

which means…

I JUST ACED THE FIRST FUCKING TEST OF MY LIFE!!!!!!
I’m gonna go E-mail my mom.

This chick is going over the answers, but what do I care? I ACED!!!!

The alarm clock didn’t get me, but thankfully my god-awful cell-phone alarm got me up. Not to insult it, but fuck, what an ugly noise. Then again, there is no such thing as a pretty wake-up sound after 5 hours’ sleep.

I failed 3 years in high school, went to court to revoke 2 of the failures, and squeaked through at the end. I have clinically-diagnosed ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder), which was diagnosed when I was a freshman Now, I’m at Saint Lawrence College in Kingston, Ontario, taking the first-year Fitness and Health Promotion (FAHP; the two will be used interchangeably from here on) course. I am passionate about health and fitness, and this year I have access to way more resources for “coping” with my ADD, so I see no reason that my pattern of failure should continue.
So, this year, I’d like to be like all of those kids I used to hate, and ace all of my courses. It’ll take a tremendous amount of effort on my part, as it takes me about 3-to-4 times as much effort and/or time to complete even basic tasks as other students, but I’m going to give it my all. Even being accepted to college was such a huge step for me; by doing that, I accomplished something that I never before thought was possible for me. Now that I’m here (thanks in part to the legendary leniency of the Canadian government, I’m sure), I feel like I have a standing order to make every effort I can in my classes.

EXTRACURRICULARS
At my own risk, I am participating in several extracurricular activities. As a matter of fact, at this very moment I’m in an emergency waiting room waiting to get my shoulder X-rayed. In a scrimmage at rugby practice, we were doing close-quarters drills, and when I charged the D-line the second time and I’m pulling this from what I heard, because my focus was in testosterone mode I pushed through two guys but the third guy’s head went into my shoulder when he tackled me (high tackle, hello?). I heard a loud cracking noise, then went down. This nice doctor, whom for all intensive purposes we will call Doctor Tom, told me my shoulder has been “seperated”, so I’m just waiting for an X-ray to see if I also broke or fractured my clavicle (I can tell you right now that I didn’t).
I also signed up for the Nomad, which is the student-voice newspaper; the college radio station; and the college’s fiction-and-creative-non-fiction writing group, which meets thrice a week. Finally, I’m going to apply to be a student ambassador for the FAHP course. Why the Hell not! Besides, Sarah, one of the professors, noted that you DON’T have to have exceptional performance to be a student ambassador; you merely need to have a passion for the course and its components. This is something which I most certainly have. Still, lets hope I get the exceptional performance part down, too.
If you were wondering, by the way: Yes, I am in a lot of pain. I’m weird.

THE WORK
The work for the week so-far isn’t bad at all, just some reading and whatnot. Further, I kind-of like my journal assignments! We’ll be logging our workouts in a journal (fuck, how am I going to maintain my supersexy arms? shittyyy!), and log 3 days’ worth of our diets (two week-days and one weekend-day). For the latter journal, we’ll then compile them into this program called Eval-U-Eat, a half-snazzy program which isn’t available for Mac, the bastards.