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Just getting a low mark. Just one low mark. In Science. Hey, it IS a faux pas.
I like the question "What's the hardest thing you had to say?"
No, 'tis not sorry. Nor goodbye. For me, the hardest thing is when I tell someone that what they're doing is inappropriate and wrong. Although knowing I've done the right thing, it just makes me feel bad.
What do you do in your spare time?
I was a senior in High School. For most of my school life I had been the brainy, scrawny, clumsy kid that everyone made fun of and avoided. In my junior and senior years in High School I had begun to finally fill out a little and develop some physical and social skills. I discovered that I was pretty good in gymnastics and in certain field events of track and field, including jumping.
In gymnastics, one of the basic moves I learned was "diving". The supposed purpose was to enable one to recover from falling or missing other more complex moves without injury, but of course, we took to seeing how many people we could dive over. It was an impressive number of bodies and it gave me an idea. Since the principle of diving was to touch-down with your hands first, then tuck and roll, and since I was diving successfully over so many bodies, I began to think that this might be a neat trick outside for the long jump. Who knows? Perhaps I could become the next Bob Fosberry, inventing a whole new way to break long jumping records!
Not wanting to be laughed at, I went out to the track the next weekend where I could practice alone. I stepped off my running distance and got into position. I charged down the runway, hit the takeoff pad perfectly, and launched myself into the longest dive I had ever attempted.
Unfortunately, to get more distance, I had had to sacrifice a little height. My body was stretched out more or less parallel to the ground and I waited until the last possible moment, as I was losing altitude, to grab the sand, tuck and roll. All the low altitude and forward momentum rolled me tighter into a ball that I was expecting and as my shoulders, then back, rolled onto the sand, my knees, which were still travelling forward from momentum, met my face, which had stopped moving forward because of the roll.
Pain shot through my face and I lay there in the sand gasping, recovering from the shock. When I lifted my head, I saw that I was soaked in blood. I scrambled to my feet in alarm. My head throbbed and blood poured from my nose in a thick, unbroken red stream. I rushed into the locker room and into the showers where I turned on the cold water full force. I stood there for probably five to ten minutes, head upturned into the spray, pinching the sides of my broken nose to try to pinch off the bleeding blood vessels, and watching the water splash to the floor in crimson torrents out of the corner of my eye, before I finally got the bleeding to slow down. It took another ten minutes or so of pressing a wad of tissue against my nose and swallowing blood that seeped down the back of my throat before the bleeding finally stopped. Another half hour of laying on the cold tiles trying to outlast the massive headache I had added to the intermidable waiting before I felt "ok" enough to call my parents and have them come get me and take me to the hospital (where I was told "there's nothing we can do for a broken nose. Sorry!") My nose is crooked to this day because of my infameous "death dive" technique for long jumping.
Ok, now that I've confessed, who else has a high school faux pas?
Oh, shucks! Laindessiel got here first, so I guess the "spare time" question is the one to answer.
Sorry Kelly! But now I know what you do in YOUR spare time. http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/verschiedene/c060.gif Hehe...
And for your story, at least you've tried. Better to have tried and failed than to never have tried at all. One question: where were your friends when you were dripping blood???
They were happily hanging out, or maybe sleeping since it was 4 AM!
Are you a sadist? :D
Thats a simple one , Nope :p
Oh, and Lain's question went unanswered.
Well i have 2 answers for yours to make up for it
How i spent my time before this summer break: Homework, studying, lots more studying. And when i got the very few breaks that i did i usually hiked, ran,gym-d, cooked, read like mad, watched movies,wrote poetry, listened to my music, called my friends in the US, and self-studied topics i was interested in.
My time this summer AFTER LitNet discovery: LitNet probably many hours of the day, gym(too hot to go outside), cooking, summer work, and watching movies.
What would be your ideal yet realistic way your day would go? like in what way would everything click for a good day?
ummmmmm .. . . if i got a nice surprise, and also got to meet some new friends or have a good time with old ones! :D
What is your favorite song?
Right now "Memories" by Emerson Drive
Can you sing your favorite song?
whats your question pen?
Are you able to sing your favorite song or just listen to it? ;)
With my musical ability im not able to sing anything! :p
same Q
I am able, but I have no good voice..
Would you give a poor person half of your budget on the street?
No, i refuse to support panhandling in fear of the money being used for products that could exacerbate their health. I do anually donate some saved up money to various organizations including serveral that help poor people though.
Would you support the burning of books you dont like?
nope, but I might shove them up to the top, dusty shelf, where they get "lost," rarely to be read again. And I wouldn't do it to every book I didn't like, but ones that I thought were "bad" as far as reading goes. It's one thing to like/dislike something, different to pass a good/bad judgement on it. For instance, I don't like math, but it's not bad. So, the books I thought were harmful would be the ones I at least "bench," so that fewer people are even tempted to read them.
Who else has an opinion on this issue?
sorry it's a mistake here
No, I wouldn`t. I said i`m a paper-freak!
Would you bite someone`s nose? :D