I was rather unceremoniously removed from my customary position in front of the computer when the news made its way to our humble abode. It seems that Hoosier basketball is getting a new coach in the form of Marquette’s Tom Crean. Apparently, he’s quite good.
This piece of information puzzled me. In light of the somewhat disastrous finish to the 07/08 season, I was finding it harder to maintain faith in my favorite team since birth. Sure, they would still be my favorites; I’m no bandwagoner. Abby is to Indiana Hoosiers as Ron Weasley is to Chudley Cannons. (In case you, i.e. Andy, didn’t know, the Chudley Cannons is the name of a Quidditch team that is quite frankly… terrible.) Nonetheless, my concern was mounting. Would we ever make a comeback? They’ve yet to win a National Championship in my lifetime.
You must understand, then, that under such unfavorable conditions, I was steeled for the worst. Jon and Andy, as much as I love the both of you, I don’t think it’d be a wise idea to try to take over as coaches, even starting at $40,000. It just wouldn’t be good for your reputation, in the long-run. In any case, when I heard this news, one thing was not adding up. Hoosiers + Good New Coach = Does Not Compute.
Literally, it took minutes to explain to me that our dear new coach left his respectably good team at Marquette for us after this season. I’m still a little foggy. But that’s not important. I’m excited for what awaits in the upcoming season, so bring on the Creany goodness!
This probably gets old, but it’s better than more nothing.
Some things I’ve learned:
1. Projects suck big-time. Monumental suckishness. But finishing them is awesome.
2. Remember what I said about spicy chicken sandwiches? I’ve erased them from my menu. I can’t stomach the thought of them anymore. Same goes for Monday Pasta Bar. Yech.
3. Just because you have less homework doesn’t mean you sleep more.
4. I personally think sleeping is a waste of life, but it feels so gooood that I do it a lot anyway. Just not always when it’s really convenient.
5. If you’re nervous enough, you really can develop a stutter that wasn’t there before.
Alacrity is the number one vocabulary word of the week, and despite my feeble attempts to erase it’s meaning from my brain, there it sticks, just as always.
Talk about a Thought Train Infarction.
If only I had a spare moment in which to really think about thinking… perhaps I could get to work on that important document of mentality. Perhaps.
Hellote and welcome to an all new season of bloggin’ it up Abby Koop-style. To kick off this splendiferous new edition, brought to you by the lovely Andy, I think we’re gonna party with a Halfway Through update on Hey Abby, How’s High School? Wise as I undoubtedly now must be with this much experience under the proverbial belt, I speak now of what else there has been to learn since August.
1. The Spicy Chicken Sandwich, while delicious, will be spoiled if you eat it eight school days in a row. Mix it up a little and jump in that other line!
2. If you’re in Band, and you get a rose after the Sacred Sounds concert, take it home the first day. It’s no longer attractive after sitting at the bottom of you locker for two months.
3. Jumping rope eventually becomes an important element of P.E. Get a decent jump rope, and write your name on it. Don’t forget and write yourself a gigantic note to bring in a Sharpie three weeks after the fact. That’s sure to draw attention to itself during notebook checks on review days.
4. If you hang around the Fine Arts wing after school, it wouldn’t be unwise to invest in a pair of sunglasses. The glare of the sun off of that tile is vicious. Seriously.
5. Finally, if you paint your nails a different color every day, especially if that color is neon green, your fingernails will probably get stained, and it may not go away for several weeks. The lack of nail polish rules is great, but don’t get ridiculous.
And the unorthodox Number Six, because I thought of one extra that can’t be ignored: The german language includes many a ridiculous compound word. Like Leiblingsprofessionalfootballteam.
Abby and I played Turok 2 that other night and…aaaah, it was every bit as satisfying as I remember! We shot those dinosaurs chock full o’ arrows! The one-on-one mode was excellent in that we spent the majority of the time laughing hysterically. Unlike most games, the damage is realistic. So, while you may gain extra health, you still run around with ten or so arrows in your forehead until you die and re-materialize. Oh, and we activated distress beacons!
Already, it has begun. My first day is Thursday, yet already are the quotable inquiries. Here are a few things I picked up on at Orientation:
1. My locker number is #160. It’s at the very end of the wall. If it doesn’t open, it doesn’t necessarily mean that I put in the combination incorrectly.
2. Just because Period 4c comes after Period 5 on your schedule does not mean that it really does come after Period 5, but rather between Periods 4 and 5.
3. A referral is a discipline slip that works as a one-way ticket to the Dean’s office. Now all that’s left is to find out who the Dean is and what the heck he does.
4. If you don’t cheer at the Pep Rally, you are a loser. End of story. If you do make an attempt to cheer wildly at the Pep Rally, you’d do well to remember the likelihood that you may become violently ill afterwards.
5. If you carry around all of your books the first day, it screams, “dumb freshman.” If you don’t, you’re still a dumb freshman, but you won’t look like one.
Quite right, quite right, Andrewseph. The Abby-blog is oh-so-neglected right now. I’ll get right on that. I became temporarily idiotic and forgot how to do anything. I’ll figure it out. Process of elimination and all that.
Oh, and we activated distress beacons!