Slate Hands

My hands have smelled like those stupid "slates" (otherwise known as mini chalkboards) that we used to have to use in elementary school and then erase with an old sock that you had brought from home all day today. I'm not sure what the issue is...perhaps it's my nose, although the fact that I'm sneezing every three minutes makes that kind of hard to believe. I feel as if that would allow different smells to be filtered through, but anyvays. Yes, I have washed them multiple times, I've used Purell, hand creme, you name it, I've tried it. So odd how that happens. Hopefully it's just a 24 hour stage. I also suppose I shouldn't be obsessively smelling my hands all day...that's a little odd now that I've written an entire paragraph on the matter.

Headed back to Slauson earlier today after a lovely week off due to the AAPS Spring Break. I have to say, the week break was kind of cruel because it made the return visit that much worse. I had tasted life without crazy middle schoolers and I sure liked it. Oh well, a week and a half more and we shall be home free from Golden Bear Land. The usual characters appeared for a lovely hour of swimming up and down that pool that has really deteriorated since my day. It's also possible that I just didn't care to notice the quality of the facilities when I was 11 years old, but I'm gonna go ahead and say it has fallen apart. Although I was pleasantly surprised to see that the giant millipede was no longer dead on the bottom of the pool (and that there wouldn't be any crying sixth graders feeling ill because it was in their lane...I kid you not, this really happened. Actual tears). There also weren't any dumb comments about me not being in a cast anymore...it only took four weeks for those to cease! Bahaha unreal. They're entertaining, and also a new level of irritating. The good news is that most of the time they're swimming, and can't hear the slew of comments I pass off to my fellow coaches...

I am free from the Paratransit Van!! Rejoice! I can now pretty much successfully make it to all of my classes. A couple of em' I really have to slow down for after about twelve minutes, but for the most part I'm darn satisfied. Physical therapy is going just swell! I was praised today for my crossfrictioning of the scar site...Star Patient right here. Hahaha so sad. One would think that after nine years of PT, I would have the drill down. Well folks, looks like I finally do!

But alas it has reached the midnight hour, and this little piggy must hit the hay. Onward to the second to last Tuesday of class! Holy woah!