Monday

Hey, Andrew here. It's been just another week in the life of a jock. . .

Monday. Stupid alarm went off. Ate Cheerios. Barely got to school by 7:35. First class was Geography. Not exactly sure what we talked about but I got Stacey Foster’s number, so I considered it a productive class. Then I went to P.E. where I lifted weights for the entire block while most of the other doofuses played handball. After that I went to English where we read some play about people weirding out about witches. We only got about half way through. Last class was Woods. I am trying to make this race car, but the trick is the thinner and lighter you make it, the faster is goes, but the easier it breaks, and if it breaks I fail. But I want to win, so mine is going to be thin. All or nothing. After school it’s straight to wrestling practice. As always, Coach pushes me to my limit and I think about quitting, but by the time I get home and take a shower to cool off I feel better. Mom cooks dinner, spaghetti and I should be doing math homework, but instead I am watching a college basketball game with Dad. I check out my Playboy, which I keep under my nightstand, before I go to sleep. They actually show the top of this one lady’s bush.