This Means War!

So classes have only been on for 3 weeks. It's strange because most of my friends at home are already in spring break... I've fallen behind in blogs, but in the next couple days I will be catching up. Prepare yourself for a blogging tornado!

     Wednesday, March 2nd was my first day of class. I had my Spanish tutorial. My classes here are set up with one lecture a week (1 hr.) and one tutorial a.k.a. Tut. or lab per week (3 hrs.). My Spanish Tut. is on Wednesdays at 5:30 and Lecture is on Friday at 12:30. Printed Media Lab is on Thursday at 9:30, but it got bumped back to 10:30. Yay! Right after that class ends I have my Printed Media Lecture. On Friday I have Intro to Web Design at 8:30 (yikes) and then nothing until my Spanish Lecture. Right after Spanish I have the Web Design Lab. This makes for an awesome weekend, but is a little annoying because Fridays are my busiest days. Over all I'm very happy with my schedule, and wouldn't mind having it set up this way every semester. Three days of class a week is not too bad.
     Once I figured out where all my classes were and when I needed to leave to get to them on time... school was, and still is, pretty fun. Apparently during the first week of classes there are no labs for my art classes... This wouldn't be too big a deal if they weren't so dang early. It's rough getting up at 8:30 to go to a class that isn't on. But it all worked out. After not having class, I came back to college. I played a game of pool and saw Keri (Pennsylvania). She said that a group of people were going down to the beach soon, and asked if I wanted to come. DUH! After getting ready, I headed upstairs to where everyone was. I went to Laura's room and she was just finishing getting ready. The other people who were going had all started skyping or something so they were NOT ready... Laura and I wanted to get going, so we took off without them. The two of us went to North Beach and hung out. I went into the water for a bit while she did the girl thing and laid out in the sun. The Ocean and I got in a bit of a tussle, with the water being the victor. It threw me around a bit and slammed me into the ground a couple times. It also made me late... When I came out of the water I had barely enough time to get to my class. I jumped on the bus and made it to campus with a few minutes to spare. Haha Ocean! I made it. Unfortunately for me, I didn't know where my class was... I went into the library and looked everything up, asked the librarian for a general direction of the building and headed out. I found it. I was only 15 minutes late. To a class that was only an hour long. And it was the first day so they let us out early... I talked to the teacher after class and I didn't miss anything. Phew.
     Earlier in the day I had told Ashley that I would go down to the beach with her, so when I got back to college I found her. We headed down to North Beach for round two of my fight. We met up with Laura who was still there and Jess (Connecticut) was now with Laura as well. While the girls talked, I dug a hole... I've discovered that it is compulsory to do so when at the beach. Weather I want to or not (I usually do) I end up digging one. It also works well as a warm up for my battle with the waves. After digging, I went into the water and fought my opponent once more. Once I had shown the water who was boss in round two, I decided to come in and relax a bit. This way I could recover a little for the final round. 
     I jumped in one more wave and rode it in. While I was putting the final blows on my nemesis I felt a few pokes... What's this?! When I stood up I could feel the poking all over me. I looked down and there was a Bluebottle (jellyfish) on my right hand! I shook it off, but there was another one on my left hand! The waves had called in for back-up! I didn't know they had such effective artillery! I got them all off and stumbled to shore. I went to my fighting coach (the lifeguard) and told him about the cheap shots (getting stung), but all he could say was, "I'm sorry son, there's nothing we can do. It's too late. I'm afraid we're going to have to throw in the towel." The battle couldn't end like this! I must prevail!
     My "coach" said that a shower with fresh water was the best thing I could do. I rinsed off and took a seat in my corner (the beach). This whole thing happened at exactly the wrong time. My back-up (the girls) were just about to join me in battle... not anymore. After about 10 minutes all the places I had been stung were visible. The tentacles had wrapped around both my wrists and had gotten random parts up my arms. I had gotten hit with another one on my back and also on my side. I'm not sure how many stung me, but the places where I had been stung rose up and turned red like an allergic reaction. They felt itchy and uncomfortable. The Ocean had bested me this time. At that moment I took a vow NEVER to be defeated by this enemy again. I must work harder. I must train longer. I must listen to Eye of the Tiger Louder! Oh shoot, I'm late again!
     Nathan, one of the guys from The Red Frogs (a group that comes to the college and hangs out with everyone on random nights), had told me about a garage gym that he goes to with a bunch of his friends. GYM MASSIVE! Two pecs, two biceps, one vision, GET MASSIVE! We had been trying to connect and go work out there, but I didn't have a phone so it was hard to make plans. We had talked on facebook previously and Nathan was going to pick me up from Weerona at 5:15 today. The Ocean had made me late once more, but this time only by 5 minutes. When I got in the car, Nathan had also gotten me a phone! Now we could get a hold of each other much easier. Thank you Nathan.
     The gym was a perfect chance for me to prepare my next attack against the enemy.  I met a few guys at the gym and learned a bit more about working out. You better watch your back Ocean. I've been growing and learning very quickly. Before you know it I'm gonna be the one stinging you.