Lows: Between Sunday morning and Tuesday night I accumulated seven total hours of sleep because of a paper I needed to write. I had wanted to start it before Sunday, but three midterms last week made sure that didn’t happen. So less than the amount of sleep a normal person should get in one night is what I managed to get over three days (two of the hours of sleep I got were in the middle of the day on Tuesday). I injured myself at practice on Tuesday night. Twisted my knee and fell on it during an agility drill (likely because of my sleep deprivation), then proceeded to push through another hour and a half of practice. Big mistake. I was in so much pain that night that I woke up every single hour between midnight and 7am despite the fact I was running on almost no sleep. Saw a doctor on Wednesday who told me I need to sit out of practice for at least a week and slowly ease myself back in—incredibly upsetting considering the fact that we have a tournament in a week that I was really looking forward to playing in. This tournament has been a constant source of stress for me this week because I’m an officer and the six of us officers can’t seem to ever communicate anything to everyone. It’s really annoying when the people who aren’t responsible to turn in the paperwork on time decide that they want to change things at the last minute. Having a fantastic weekend playing in the tournament was supposed to be the payoff for the frustrations it’s caused me. Thursday my professor basically told me my paper sucked (in an incredibly nice way). Which he’s right, I was in no way happy with the paper I turned in, but I just didn’t have the opportunity to create something better. I went to practice Thursday night even though I couldn’t practice so ended up just standing in the rain until someone got mad at me about tournament planning stuff that was not completely my fault. Thursday night I broke down in tears. This morning I woke up feeling sick, and almost broke down again.
Highs: Tuesday after getting practically no sleep for two days in a row I got to experience the relief of turning in a paper followed by the satisfaction of crawling into bed for a two hour nap. I was not one bit disappointed by that nap. Despite the fact that I was hurt at practice and probably shouldn’t have pushed through for so long, I’m in a way really glad I pushed through it. It was one of the best practices of my life—in terms of my attitude and my performance. My fantastic friends took really good care of me that night and have been checking to see how my knee is doing ever since. I’m still pretty excited for the tournament whether I’m going to get to play or not. I mean we’re dressing up as superheroes and having cuddlefests in the hotel rooms. Playing would make it better, but there’s no reason it won’t be a good time. Also, even though being part of the planning of going to the tournament has been stressful and I feel like I keep messing things up, I’m starting to feel more comfortable in my position and like I actually am starting to figure out what it is I’m doing. After breaking down last night, it took my friends all of about three comments to get me to laugh. Hilarity ensued later in the night hanging out with friends while nobody was allowed to speak English, point at people, or use people’s names. Today was nothing extraordinary, but there were plenty of little things that put me in a decent mood. My MEB group presentation to my professor ran smoothly and made me feel a bit like I’m growing up. Work was simple and I found out I don’t have to work all day tomorrow at the Homecoming game (which means tomorrow should be fantastic). The dining hall had those really good fish tacos that they don’t seem to have often enough. I finished my laundry and now have clean clothes to get through the next two or three weeks. I’ve finally found the time to post a substantial rambling post about my life.
