...high school baseball tournaments are a lot more awesome than I'd figured they would be! I never got into the sports scene at school after junior high - taekwondo was extracurricular and in uni I was a lazy bump on a log (with the exception of the swing dancing/hip hop classes) - but, dude.
My feet are sunburned, I have a shwackload of amateurish pictures and I got up at 7 on a Saturday to sit with the brass band as we carted off to the prefectural stadium, but I don't regret a second of it. My students are awesome and fun and dorky and I finally get why the Big Bads in TV/movies/whatever always attack high schools, particularly if they're the type that feeds on energy.
It's not so much the short skirts or the crazy fashion or the sheer fact that everyone is beautiful and passionate in a way that even most people my age have forgotten to be.
They've got so much energy and potential that it's staggering. I didn't think the young man who is our pitcher was capable of moving as fast as he does; he always sleeps in my class!
As last memories go, baseball's a great one. ^_~
(...HOLY GOD, in a month I'll be back in Canada, wearing a bridesmaid's dress and worryingly unemployed!)
To distract myself from that sobering thought, I curled up under the A/C and watched "Waitress" - the Keri Russell/
Also, check out this awesome flower! Something tells me it's called a passion flower; at first glance I just thought it was stunning, its tendrils and leaves tumbling over the grey stone fence a beautiful contrast. But if you look closer it's almost alien.
(And I clearly have spent too much time in the sun today, yeah?)
That's all from the peanut gallery. Take care, everyone. ♥
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