I Feel Fine

This hasn't been an especially good week, but I feel strangely peaceful lately. Aside from the initial gloom over the cancellation of the Winnebago tourney, I enjoyed the chance to work on my word paper and summer program application. I've been feeling fine at school, too, though yesterday morning began with my frantic rushing around trying to finish up my work, and today hit a low point with the news that the layout for the newspaper has to be completely redone. At least I didn't have to struggle home on the bus after that; I went to the showing of "Mujeres al Borde de un Ataque de Nervios" for Spanish Honor Society, and then enjoyed a snowball fight with the frosh-soph QB team.

The Confirmation retreat on Saturday went well, too, though it was nothing special, not like last year's. I met Chris McMeen, another volunteer leader, whose mom recently died after a long battle with cancer. His testimony about how his faith has helped him and his family through this rough time inspired me.

Last night's Nic-9 went well (we won 'em all), though Patrick and Ryan tormented me for much of the time. A chance comment by Patrick (who always makes fun of my Catholicism) made the East coach bug me for the rest of the round, which I was fine with, but then Ms. Greene caught on (shudder). She also brought up the whole Donald thing from Sterling, which Will started when Donald of Decatur MacArthur was ranting to me about some question he got wrong or something (Will claimed he was hitting on me). Then, when we played Belvidere, their coach had little anecdotes about EVERY SINGLE QUESTION. It annoyed Patrick to no end; I didn't mind until it started getting late and I just wanted to end the round and go home.

I'm starting to slip back into the lethargy of the usual routine, after a temporary grace period following the holidays and finals. I'm back to counting the hours until good things like QB practice and weekends.