Hate To Rain On Your Practice... Oh, Wait. On Second Thought, I'll Just Rain.

My head hurts. My feet ache. I've been jumping too much.
What's up with this blog post title? Well, here it is. The full story of today. Well, not exactly the full scoop, but half of it (the important bits).

Since we had to go practice for our cheesy Foundation Day aerobics trash, I went to school a bit earlier than the official arranged time and late from the class's arranged time.

Anyway, we were supposed to practice and were practicing, but it was the sophomores' turn to practice. So we went to the abnormally large soccer field of our school (it's so large, it's larger than my old school's gym) and practiced there. Practice there wasn't as efficient as we thought it could be, since the grass was a problem, and the soil was muddy wet. Then it rained.

Rained.
Rained.
Rained.

We were lucky it rained. It spared us from the practice. And all the while, two hours were spent messing around in our classroom. The best bit? The so-called "Avo Sport" we just invented. It may just be the official sport of our batch. It involves a person holding a meter-or-whatchamacallit-long stick and swinging it or sliding it to the ground round and round. The people within the reach of the stick must jump over it. It's the person swinging/sliding the stick's choice to determine the quickness of the stick. It was fun, and very active. I could play it all day.

And yeah, I still know that he's NOT his cousin. Duh. The way he chats, it BLOWS THE COVER.