Swimmer goes down in boys shower, thought it was a seizure, turns out just a concussion. Boy responsible for head trauma leaks info that upperclassmen have been hazing. Dig deeper to find that swirlys have been dished out. Athletic Director flips out, interrogations are underway, five boys suspended indefinitely from swim team. Coach has mental breakdown, runs on 12 hours of sleep over three days, forgets how to resume normal life. Coach vows to spend entire weekend in bed, letting her brain rest.
The End.
Somehow when I reduce it down to sentence fragments, it seems so much less horrific. And horrific it was. Any attempts to tell you in a more logical way make it seem to trite. Ugh.
I'm no where near ready for Christmas (it's December!@#$!?). I am, however, ready for Christmas break. Although it won't be very break-y with swimming and all. I look forward to March when I can finally breathe.
2 comments:
yikes! bear! i'm thinking about you. email to follow...
Kerrie-
Wow-you are a warrior. I'm so sorry. What a mess and for what? I think high school has just become a bit of training for prison for some kids. Fast forward to your next point-how about the Councilman starts rounding up parents? Landry's second grade teacher expects him to study his spelling words at home, right? Of course. It is as simple as that. Prepare at home, prove at school. That is my motto for my chilren's education and it is shameful that so many kids are lost in that idea. Miss you many times a week and maybe each day too! Watch for surprise message in our Christmas card!
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