YOU GUYS…so before I came to Valpo I had received a pamphlet about campus activities to get involved in and on the front was a picture of a girl catching a frisbee and she was SO RIPPED and I was like “I’m totally gonna play Frisbee when I get there!” but then I never heard anything about it and didn’t know where to find it so I just didn’t bother sleuthing around campus to find out how to get on a team for a sport I’d never played before (even though I knew it looked fun, and pretty much, if you give me a sport, I can pick it up really fast or at least that’s what my older sister says cause I’m a “natural athlete” (like this time I tried out for tennis at my high school when I had never even held a racket)) and I forgot all about it and there was this girl Erika that I knew from CC but we had never really been good friends, but we were friendly and in the fall of this year she overheard me mentioning soccer (which is my sport) and she ATTACKED ME with her words and by this I mean it just freaked me out a little bit when she swooped into my view (very close to my face, I might add) and semi-shouted, “You played soccer?! DO YOU WANNA PLAY FRISBEE??????” and I was like “…..kinda, yeah!” and then she had me come to an ultimate practice and I was so proud of how I kept up with the cardio workouts they did, since I had not done much exercising in a while, but I was not a natural tosser, but she and this other girl, Cree, took me aside and tried to teach me how to throw a disc, and then I effing LOVED that sport after just one night, but it was hard for me to make it to all the practices because I am a very busy person in the first place, so I was on the team for a full month and went to everything I could, but it just wasn’t working out with everything else I was busy with, so I wrestled myself to droop my head and apologetically tell them that I could no longer play and I was so torn and all I wanted to do was play and I apologized for letting the team down and letting Erika down and I felt really shitty, cause like, when else will I get the chance to play, you know? cause like, when I graduate I have to get a job or a doctorate, not play ultimate, which would be far more fun, and today I was passing a note with Erika in class (not yours, Schuette, I would never do that, I promise) and she was so excited for summer because she said her summer was gonna be “BAMF” and I said that I did not have an extraordinary level of “BAMF-ness” planned for summer and could we please hang this summer at a beach near my house in Chicago and toss around and she said I should totally join this summer beach ultimate league for twenty bucks and it would be amazing and I got soooo excited because right at that moment a gust of wind came through the open window (since the weather was so warm today—HEAT WAVE AT 56 DEGREES—look out!) and all I could do was zone out and imagine the feeling of the sandy, plastic disc leaving the space between my middle and index fingers and thumb in long basketball shorts and bare feet, covered hip to toe in sand from a layout and the burn from the sun all day and I am literally pressing myself into my mattress typing this out because if I didn’t lay down an intentional force, I would probably be floating on air right now and I OFFICIALLY CANNOT WAIT FOR SUMMER. Also, I am shocked that Microsoft Word did not put a little squiggly line underneath that intense run-on sentence. It must be distracted by sweet smells of hotdogs, honeysuckle, and lake water, too.