ROCK,ROCK,ROCK,ROCK!

My NewsWriting Class let out an hour early today, with no quiz!

I even had got to class on time with my assignment printed out!

Walking to class I had this feeling that today would be exciting, or interesting, or something!

That’s possibly the anticipation of my web cam, and contacts, which both should be in the mail by now. Packages, packages, I want my packages! Yi yi yi yi yi

Mmm, and my Prmom-writing class is only going to be for an hour also.

I have a lot of little things I need to accomplish tonight.

“Baby,”Boy says,”Writing is good…” I realize that my additude towards NewsWriting is a poor one, I don’t wanna do the work, so I don’t prepare, which makes me feel even more inept, which leads to me not liking it and…Well, if I just push myself a bit I know I could ace the course. It’s really the hardest thing this semester and that’s not saying much. It’s a form of writing.

I put my body through pain and stretching to learn Aikido, a form of moving, thinking and reacting. There is no way that Newswriting can be more difficult than that. I just need to bite down and stretch my writing skills, conform to AP and simply do it. Losing my snooze bar and being on time might also help.

Speaking of pain, I was almost in tears last night. I have found the thing that disrupts my concentration, pain, and fear of further pain. I can roll on my left side with no problem, it’s fun. It’s like somersaults when you were five years old. Momentum and speed and suddenly I’m back up on my feet. But for some reason I can land only on my shoulder when I attempt to roll forward on my right side. I arc my hand over and down towards me, attempting to make a wheel with the curve of my arm, and roll past the blade of my fingers, but something happens wrong. My arm collapes, or I go miss the connection of elbow and floor, or my hand is too close to my body. Whatever it is, is pain, and I in my stubborness attempted again and again to master it. I psyched myself out, I could not see the wheel, I could not feel the blade. And the residual pain from my shoudler disrupted me for the rest of the night…

But I’ll get it!

Time for lunch!

Stacie