
Right now I am reporting from my first day in study hall. But first I would like to recount how I got here:
It was just a day, just an ordinary Wednesday. Or so I thought. I walked into gym class, second period, with a feeling of ennui. I made some colloquial conversation with my friends, talking about television shows and nicknames. Little did I know that my life was about to change. So after we changed, Coleman announced that we would be playing volleyball. "Okay," I thought, "I might be a little rusty, but I think I will be alright." My subconscious was not aware of the ruse that fate was playing. The first couple of games went okay, but then something terrible happened. I looked up, and the ball was coming right toward me, its speed burgeoning. I put up my hands to try and hit the ball, but the ball bent my finger backward. At first it did not hurt too badly, and I played the rest of the game. But when it was time for a rotation, I went to my gym teacher to tell him about the incident. With his imprimatur, I looked for the nurse but she was not there, so he just gave me a bag of ice as an ephemeral solution.
Then I went to Spanish class with my bag of ice. The teacher was reading a story, but much of my focus was concentrated on not succumbing to the pain. Then the bag of ice fell off the desk, and it sounded like it might as well have been a glass vase. Everyone turned to look at me. I tried to maintain sang-froid, but it might just be the nadir of my life. Then came seventh period. My friend took me to see the trainer, because (I don't want to sound supercilious, but) we both knew that the nurse was incompetent. My finger "might be fine," or I "may not be able to bend it again," he equivocated. Luckily, I was not credulous. To say the least, my day was extremely long.
Finally I went to the doctor after school, who took an x-ray and said that I "hyperextended" my finger. I was thankful that it wasn't broken, but even more thankful that I would not have to take gym for the next two weeks =)

1 comment:
clofosho -
i would just like to say that this blog entry makes me laugh every time i read it (yes that means i have read it multiple times)
because it is such a chloe thing to happen & i was there when you were embarrassed in spanish which makes things so much better..
i'm sorry for your hyper-extended finger but on the other hand you do get out of gym...hmm...
- jesssss
ps: "let it rock"
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