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03.06.05 - 10:07 pm I just watched the DVD that Alyssa made for our team last year. I forgot how incredible last year was. 14-0. Wins against Lakeridge and West Linn. We had Ali, the only All American from Oregon. We practiced at 12th & Stark, the Child Services Center field, quite possibly one of the worst fields in Portland (and not just in an "Oh it sucked," way; it truly was trashed). We had practices where we would just lay around and then do a couple of drills before we went home. I still don't know how we made it 15-0 into the Semis. I'm so nervous about this year. I'm afraid that last year was such a fluke and that we can't (read: I can't) take the team there this year. I'm good, I've got skills, I've got creds, but I'm no Ali. I can't replace her. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Davis beat Oregon today. 11-9. Should have been more, Davis fell apart at the end. I got to talk to Elaine (head coach) and Julika and Jessie (assistant coaches) and Hilary (my host when I was there) afterword, along with some other players. It was great to see them play because I never really had before. I'm starting to really think about what dorm I'm going to be in. I'm thinking the one by the cows. I can get used to the smell of cows, right? I had a dream the other day that I got waitlisted, so I went into the room where they were making the decisions and told them that I got recruited there and they had to accept me. I was surprised at my diligence and how much I wanted the proof that I was actually in. I guess that's kind of what it's like for me now; I know that I'm in, I just want my packet and my acceptance letter and everything else. I would be so much more comfortable with life if I got that, say...tomorrow. I made a powerpoint for TOK tomorrow. Hopefully Millar wont kill me as much. Plus I rocked the Powerpoint. I'm so proud of myself! It has moving pictures and everything! But it's not over the top. That's important. Maybe tomorrow I'll talk about how annoying my mom is. She has a job now, yet she's still all up in my life. How does that work? Life on, man.
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