Friday's game against Belaire, I got a total amount of 9 minutes playing time and I might be exaggerating because it felt like even less than that. We tied the game one to one and went into double overtime where either team could not seem to place the ball in the goal.

Strokes.

Mrs. Blakeney asked the team rather smoothly who was confident in their strokes. Having taken only one perfect practice stroke before warming up with the girls and being the closest one to her at the time my hand was the first and only one to shoot up strongly and confidently. Features void of any emotion except determination. She put me in first but moved me to the fourth spot so my friend Joan could get hers over with. Before we even headed toward the field I felt like I needed to pee.

I walked with my head held high to the twenty-five-yard line. Maybe because I thought if I did so it would indicate to my parents that, yes, I was actually an important player at the time.

After settling in the correct area of the field we silently watched Casandra attack the balls flying directly towards her or rolling flat on the ground then cheered after each success. We watched Joan score her goal quite skillfully and the next two team members not so much. It was my turn. The first thing that went through my mind as I picked up the ball was "Stay silent, do not celebrate after wards" ( I was confident) I pretended to look up at the goalie then placed the ball on the very end of the stroke line. "Set the ball any where on the line." the referee had told me calmly and a bit late; I was already setting my feet a comfortable distance away from the ball "Comfortable distance, feet together" I remembered as I began to bend my knees, focusing only on the ball.

The whistle blew.
(at least I think it did. I can't quite remember that part)

"Take it fast." There was a moment's hesitation then...

Flick.

The next thing I see is the ball hitting the net. I remember not being too surprised at first. I did as I told myself not to do and did not celebrate until I got back to my team where I jumped for joy and hugged everybody all at once. Then I felt great. I couldn't believe it. I do not think that I won the game though. It was all the girls in over time running their asses off, Casandra being a beast and Joan getting that first stroke. I just added to the fire.

I just hope all this doesn't get to my head.

I haven't posted a journal entry in a long time so I decided to copy and paste this letter because this is currently my life in a nutshell... without the Field Hockey... which there's really nothing to talk about in Field Hockey yet


Hey Sarah
Mom says Hello too! That made her happy! Don't worry I feel out of the family too and I'm in the same county. It seems like all Dad and Karyn care about is themselfs. I think they've only told me once or twice about that surgery. (I really have no one else to tell this to, sorry for dumping it on you) Mom and I have completely lost all communication with dad's side of the family. I guess we're all just too lazy to pick up the phone or type an email (not putting the blame on any one). All her relatives are in North and South Carolina. We'll have to come visit you some time. You should come by and tell us how the surgery went. Mom says that we could go out to dinner or something.

I heard you were studying to be a nurse. I knew you were in college but I didn't know what for. That's really cool! My school year consists of Honors and A.P Classes along with art. Good for me! NOT! There's too much homework! Second day and I get bombarded with crap! In my art class I sit next to a mentally challenged boy who can't speak in complete sentances (I really have zero problem with that. The fact that his aid had said "There'll be no more seizures in class for you right?" had freaked me out a bit though) The aid is the one who annoys me! Even worse: I'm surrounded by Freshmen T_T (Noooooooo!) But it all evens out! This guy that I got really friendly with over the summer is a student aid and he sits next to me a lot. (YES!) I'm the teachers favorite in that class too so I think I'll be able to have quite a bit of freedom.

Well those are some things that are going on in my life. You know mom and I would love to hear from you. I have to get off the computer now, though, and finish that last assignment (AAAAHHHHH!)
Hope to see you soon,
Phoebe ♥

Excuse me for not posting in so long... I need to get some friends on here XF

I broke my dad's two front teeth with the spiniker(sp?) pole and on that day every thing was good and fine I felt horrible but he said let's just laugh about it and all night Karen and him were cracking jokes about it! But now, one week away I hear about it from my dad on the phone, I want to tell him how much I feel like a bettered puppy around him. It seriously takes him one week to finally realize that he needs to talk to me about "my behavior on the boat." Don't worry dad you won't be needing to talk to me about that because I'm not going to be on the boat tomorrow night. I told him that I was sorry and I felt really bad about every thing and his reply is "You better feel bad" Then I told him about my friends inviting me to come to Wing Night at McGlenns tomorrow so I wouldn't be sailing, and that I wouldn't be working this weekend because I had prior engagements involving late nights and no real sleep. He tells me about my obligations and I get pissed. I want to tell him all his flaws. He's a lier, every thing he says he'll do he never does. I don't want to take any thing he says to heart any more!; He needs to think, words spew out of his mouth in a way that is incomprehensible to any one other than himself. He thinks he can just put himself on a pedistal; He needs to be quick, but if it interferes with his thinking then he needs to pull over and talk about it. If he brings up something from last week then I'm not going to listen to it today. I never want to talk to him about any thing!

In other news Miss McKenney went to Clairs the other day and bought the three JV field Hockey captians little unicorn key chains. We have an inside joke that only we can laugh about when the subject comes up. We were winning our game like crazy and as we gathered for a time out we were so excited and kept talking as Miss McKenney tried to calm us down. Out of nowhere she shouts "Every body think happy thoughts. Think about the Unicorns!" Everyone quieted down because she sounded so serious and said such a funny thing we all went into a fit of laughter. This team was very special this year because of how well everybody played and how much fun everyone made each practise. I can't wait for next year!

Here's somethings I wrote down durring Feild Hockey camp. I want to update once every day but I think I started too late... oh well I'll just cram two into one day.
Day[?] one

Donald smokes Pot and cigerettes. Do you have to smoke to be cool? I really like him so much, but it seems like the only way to get close to him is to do drugs... Is that really how it works? (Note: Jordan smokes and so does his girlfriend so I'm thinking maybe yes...)
Katie would go insane if she knew that I was getting high. Mom and Jordan would think it was tipical..... wouldn't fret.But they would be suprised if I did because of me always saying that there is no way that I would ever...

Jordan said that he started in the end of 8th grade. I'm not doing it!

So what's this random spew any way? I need to stop thinking about the future or what I am going to do.

end
Lemme explain what the question mark in "Day[?] one" means. We had to be at the school by like two and we left at three. By the time we got settled in the camp it was about four. So I didn't know if It really counted as a day. *looks at clock* I have just enough time to type day two.