After a lecture on musical devices in poetry, I took my AP class out in to the sun to talk about haiku and enjoy listening to some haiku readings. After about 15 or so poems it was starting to get old but we had about 15 minutes left until the end of the period. We were by the football field and my very atheletic group begged to go out and play red rover. Feeling adventurous, I joined in. They spared me from most of the action, but eventually someone decided to run between me and the poor kid to my right. Every bone in my hand and wrist is still aching from being barrelled in to at full speed by a varsity soccer player. I was, by God's grace, ignored for awhile, but eventually I just had to be called across. I heard my team of students behind me cheering me on, telling me to go for it. So what the heck, I did, regardless of my spastic history. I didn't make it through the hands on the other side, but I did make it OVER them. I landed on my right boob and left hand on the other side. OW! I scraped my knee somehow too. Most of my ow-ies feel better now but that right hand is still killing me...