Happy St. Patrick's Day. A day late. A high school gym is not the best place to spend the day after, for the record. But spring is coming, and that means swim season, baseball season, great surf, tourists, and soon, summer vacation. I'll be teaching swimming/surfing over break, at the rec center (which you can call and sign up for now) and to guests at the resort. It's the best job ever, let me tell you. Almost as fun as trying to make the goth kids that never dress out and think I don't notice them sneaking behind the building to smoke run the mile.
In other news, my therapist says I should keep a journal. No.
[Private]
At least, not where my twin sister can read it as easily as picking her nose.
In other news, my therapist says I should keep a journal. No.
[Private]
At least, not where my twin sister can read it as easily as picking her nose.
Maybe I'll sign up for surf lessons. I swear that I'm the only person on this island that hasn't even attempted to stand on a board.
Wow, is it really almost spring? I've been here long enough I may have to learn to surf yet. Then again, I'd probably just sign up for lessons and then sneak behind a palm tree to go smoke.
You're no fun.