Tim enjoyed writing even as a child. Though he was not an author my any means, his ideas were complex. While pondering subjects to write about, Tim enjoys the specialized arts of video games, gardening, and playing whatever sport he happens to be good at.
Since I am an athlete, injuries are the worst possible thing that could happen to me. It is hard to get injured in swimming, but it is possible. Many injuries that my team have endured are not even related to swimming. Mainly a bunch of stupid broken fingers and toes caused by dumb decisions. In my four years on my high school team, there has not been a single swimming related injury. Just a few weeks ago, however, one of our divers hit his head on the wall while getting out of the pool. While he was only incapacitated for one day, it was still a big scare for the team.
Now, let me take you back to spring. Spring before last school year ended. The boys on the swim team kept trying to convince me to join the water polo team, and after 3 years, I finally decided to try it out. It turned out that I was pretty good, but I was not playing for long. I injured my shoulder. I had overworked it. The injury knocked me out for about eight days, and all I could think about during that time was how this would affect my swimming during my final high school season. All I could do was hope for the best as I finished out the water polo season.
Fast forward back to this swim season. We are just under halfway through, and I have been swimming very well. With almost two months left, I was hoping that nothing would go wrong, but who was I kidding? Bad things are always happening to me. Two days ago, my shoulder began to hurt again. I wonder what my coach will have to say.
Homecoming, the dance that is second only to prom. Somehow I find myself preparing for it despite my lack of dancing skill. Though I am a senior, I know little about how this all works since I have never attended. I attribute this to the fact that I was far more introverted my freshman year, and did not have the courage to ask anyone. Looking back, the girls I would have asked probably would have said “no” anyway. That is not important, though. The here and now is what matters.
Last year, my junior year, I finally mustered the courage to ask a girl out. Long story short, she said yes, eliminating my singleness for the first time in my life. For six months I failed to realize that I would be expected to go to school dances with her. Shortly after my senior year began, I began to think about homecoming, realizing that I could not just let it blow by on the wind, so I began brainstorming.
I was unable to come up with any Ideas. Then a friend told me to come up with a pun, something that my girlfriend would find funny. Since she was a softball player, I thought I was an absolute genius when I came up with the line I know you love coming home, but will you go to homecoming with me? Looking back on it, it was kind of cheesy, but it got the job done. I guess now I have to get ready for a whole night out of my comfort zone.
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