#213: The Field Day

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When I was in school, years and years ago, I hated field day. It was always a time for misery and disappointment, sadness and embarrassment.

As some of you probably know, I’m not renowned for my athleticism or physical fitness. This means that, when it comes time for exercise and sports-based competition, I’m usually the last person you want on your team. And for that reason I was picked less frequently than other people when it came time to choose teams in gym class. I didn’t mind, though; it meant that people understood me well enough to know I don’t want to have a weight on my shoulders as the first or second pick. That anxiety would be too much for me to handle.

I used to play little league baseball and participate in karate with my friends. During those years, you could maybe count me as someone whose athleticism matched the average of my peers. Nowadays, though, most certainly not. I sweat sometimes while going up the stairs at work, and that’s enough to tell me that I probably need some work. Field day, a time spent predominantly outside and in the blazing sun, will only make matters worse for me.

Here’s an embarrassing story to tide you over for a bit, from when I was in seventh grade. One time, while rearing up my leg in kickball, I slid on top of the ball and fell backwards on my butt in front of the whole seventh grade class. On the one hand, I deserved it for being kind of a butt to my friends beforehand, but on the other hand, I remember discussing World of Warcraft with my friends afterwards and learning from them what the game is about. So, it was a positive and a negative experience. Field day can bring about good things, I guess.

An Apology for Inactivity

Hello everyone!

Lately, a nasty viral case of the cold has stricken me, and so I’ve been unable to write for this blog. While I always intend to post once per day, it has been difficult to concentrate on reading, writing, and blogging activities while under a fever.

Enough talk of sickness, ailments, and such. I am not making this post to harbor your sympathy and pity; I want to engage in creating a feasible schedule for my upcoming posts for as soon as I recover from being sick.

Firstly, my Story of the Week series ran short this week for reasons already explained. This is my first priority.

Secondly, my experience reading my poetry to alumni and English faculty here has yet to be documented and discussed.

And lastly, I have not had the opportunity to read much of my followers’ works in the meantime! I have missed out on so many potentially-great works to be read from my blogging friends. I miss that the most.

I have reached 100 followers on my blog, now. I never imagined obtaining this achievement, but here it is! I’m so glad that 100 people–with a few bots in between, I imagine–find my work so intriguing that you’d like to see more of it. I hope that my small leave of absence has not deterred nor disappointed my followers, especially after reaching this rather small but meaningful milestone.

Blinded (Haiku)

Believe in me please

I could stop all time and space

If I wanted to.

 

But they shackle me,

Preying for desolation

Motionless and serene.

 

Blinded to the brick walls,

I see emptiness and minds

Floating quietly now.

 

From my lonely view

The world sacrificing itself

Everyone a martyr.

 

Believe the blind sights

They call it wisdom, I see

But cannot anymore.