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My patience is running thin; I suggest you stop.
This is a bunch of random things that've been bugging me. We'll start off with the beginnings.<br><br>As you all know, I swim. Well, last November I was overweight. I was nearly 200lbs for my 5'3 [at the time] frame. And my father always told me I was fat, that I was ugly and no one would want me when I got older. And he kept telling me to join a sport.<br>At first, he tried to <span style="font-style:italic">make</span> me run. I hate running. He would try to make me run a mile each night, and I refused to do it, and mom wouldn't let him force me to do something I didn't like.<br>So I decided to join the swim team for my neighborhood. I had previously swam as a hobby, just on my own, but I could barely do freestyle [now my specialty stroke], butterfly was a fail, and back/bstroke were barely good.<br>Well, after about two or three weeks of two hour practices, I was finally able to do freestyle correctly, hold my breath correctly, and swim with the rotating torso that symbolizes an almost perfect stroke. I could also dive. After maybe 2 or so months of practice, I had lost weight. Around 5 or so pounds. And not all of it was swimming, some of it was eating right, getting the right amount of sleep, and being active.<br>Now I am 30 pounds lighter ;D<br>But. My father [notice how he's always the bad guy?] has been threatening to take me off of my school's swim team. <br>Why?<br>Because <span style="font-style:italic">my room isn't clean enough</span>. After all that hell he put me through, egging me about my looks, insulting me every time I walked downstairs or ate dinner, he had threatened to take me off of the sport that is currently holding me together. What. The. Hell.<br>I was eating a late breakfast this morning, sitting at the foot of the couch, when my uncle called. So my dad started talking to him. Well, apparently my uncle was complaining about his two daughters [they're both spoiled brats, btw. I can vouch for that], so my dad said:<br>'Well, you know dude, Kaitlyn's turned out to be such a dissapointment' -pause- 'Yea, I'm about to take her off of team because her damn room can't stay clean. Watch what happens when she starts missing meets because she can't keep her room clean'.<br>Uhm.<br>EXCUSE YOU?<br>The master bedroom is barely clean! I can't walk in there without hitting my foot on one of your 50 pairs of running shoes, and I can't sit on the bed because it's covered in <span style="font-style:italic">your</span> clothes. I can barely walk at the moment because my knee is the size of a goddamned volleyball and you want me to walk up and down the steps, clean up after my self and my brother, and whatnot? So. He continues his conversation.<br>'Well, it's not like she can swim well anyways'<br>Well, what the hell is your time, then? For 50 free, all sprint? Huh? You can't even swim correctly, let alone breathe correctly when doing the stroke. <br><br>That's my vent about that.<br><br>Now. On to school.<br><br>There's this one girl in my 2nd block and my 4th block. <span style="font-style:italic">And she can't shut up.</span> At all. Period. End of discussion. She shouts across the room to her friends, and I can't listen at all in my 4th period, which is my math period. She just doesn't. And then she gets sidetracked in coversations with people that sit all the way across the room, and we get more homework added to what we already have.<br>My homework load is horrible between Spanish, Theatre, and math. My history teacher never gives homework unless you don't finish the classwork. <br>My math teacher's idea of homework is about 50 questions each night, and all 50 questions have about 2 parts to each problem. My Spanish teacher just adds on homework, but she doesn't take late work like my math teacher does. So if I fail to do my Spanish homework, I can't turn it in the next day for a late grade like I can in math. I have practice 4 out of five days a week, from 7:30pm until 9:00pm. I know it sounds like I have enough time to do all my homework, but I really don't. I sleep when I get home so I don't drown in the pool. <br><br>My body issues:<br>Over the summer while trying to swim fly, I dislocated my right shoulder. Every time I rotate my shoulder, it clicks and I get this sharp pain through my entire arm. <br>My right knee swells up at random times. I can't walk on it.
"I am carrying all my hatred and contempt for power, its laws, its authority, its society, and I have no room for guilt or fear of punishment."-Diego Rios
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"237mill/300mill" "80/100 Gifties"
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