Hee hee. Yesterday I let Hope take class with me, as she’d missed her class on Monday due to the flooring emergency. She was driving me nuts before we even got there. At the end of class they usually play a game, and I usually practice my techniques instead of participating. This time my teacher suggested I play.
Then she put Hope up against the wall and me and the rest of the class threw things at her. ::grin:: Okay, don’t panic, the things were balls, large, soft, couldn’t hurt anyone if you tried, plastic balls. Man was that fun. It’s actually a focus drill, she was supposed to be blocking the balls with the blocks and parries she’s been taught. She didn’t, of course. That only made it more fun for me.
I had my turn, and being more concerned with “incoming!” than rolling along the wall giggling, I did pretty well. Then my teacher put Hope up against the wall again. ::grin:: And the whole understanding, kind class chased the balls and gave them to me, so I could take out my frustrations…
2,308 is how many times my fanfic has been viewed. I’ll give you a word count on Keen, which I did eventually work on yesterday, but I don’t know what it was when I started, so it’s kind of pointless. Currently it stands at 8,652 words, and my Grammatik thingy wants me to avoid using “shit” as it’s an offensive term. I should consider revising.
Well, shit.