It’s like you run in circles on a hard track, running around like a pack of wild baboons because some teachers are yelling, “Go! Go! Go!” So you go. I mean, what else are you going to do, they’re hollering at you.
Indeed. Mine was much the same, but the track was the church parking lot, and we got Orange Drink at the end. It was a Hi-C knockoff. We may have groomed each other at the end. I don’t remember.
Ah, my Field Day had a special “Good Sportsmanship” award. My nerd posse and I would campaign like whores for that. We’d fail, and parade past the teachers all chipper. “Good job, Becky!” “Better luck next time, Tracy!” We snagged it every time. It helped that we were incapable of winning anything.
May 14th, 2007 at 8:03 pm
Indeed. Mine was much the same, but the track was the church parking lot, and we got Orange Drink at the end. It was a Hi-C knockoff. We may have groomed each other at the end. I don’t remember.
May 14th, 2007 at 10:11 pm
Ah, my Field Day had a special “Good Sportsmanship” award. My nerd posse and I would campaign like whores for that. We’d fail, and parade past the teachers all chipper. “Good job, Becky!” “Better luck next time, Tracy!” We snagged it every time. It helped that we were incapable of winning anything.
May 14th, 2007 at 10:26 pm
Ahhh -hahahahha. Yep. You’re right. I adore your sons.
May 14th, 2007 at 11:11 pm
LMAO!!! Amen.
May 15th, 2007 at 3:28 pm
Yeah they really need to upgrade those rewards. Like movie passes or gameboys.
May 15th, 2007 at 5:00 pm
Sounds like a lot of jobs I’ve held.
May 16th, 2007 at 12:23 pm
Sounds like a lot of sex I’ve had :)
May 17th, 2007 at 9:40 pm
Ha! That’s beautiful
May 18th, 2007 at 12:04 pm
Mamacita: hahahahahahahahaha! Yes!