sunday, 4/15: livetweeted the games entire day due to my patella tendinitis–I couldn’t play. I’m proud of my tweets; I don’t typically use twitter. when we win on universe, I’m freaking out so badly. I cry out of utter happiness, the first time I’ve ever experienced this combination. It’s made my entire year. I tell all my ulti friends about it, and all my non-ulti friends too. updated my social media with the dope action shot that gina copped of me on the first day. recount glory with my cloud friends who came. lose my voice from the 14 hours of screaming I did. moved my korean oral exam to tuesday tentatively.
monday, 4/16: when I try to laugh and talk, it comes out raspy and half an octave lower than I want it to be. I can’t sing, I just let out hurt air. I squeak when I laugh. I skip korean class and im so dead from the weekend but I’m still on that high. we’re going to natties. I spend the entire day thinking about ultimate.
tuesday, 4/17: my voice is still gone. I move my oral exam to wednesday. I start trying to learn korean for my exam but ofc my mind is still on ulti. I go to microbiology but end up reading ultimate articles. sorry, Dr. B. I’m super hyped for practice but I can’t run because my knee hates me still. I do rehab exercises and pout in the grass while all my teammates do timing drills. I get scolded by my friends for trying to do exercisey things while being injured.
wednesday, 4/18: my voice is starting to return; i take my korean written and oral exams. sorry, kyosunim, I tried. I can’t concentrate on anything although it’s kind of been crunch time for a while–5 exams and a presentation over these three days. I start psyc and microbio. those tests are tomorrow. i don’t know anything still. one of my oldest ultimate friends runs stats to estimate our new usau rank. i love his spreadsheet. we’ll probably get seeded last even despite our undefeated streak at regionals; who cares, I like being the underdog, I like no expectations; I like being gritty and working from the bottom up.
i throw a disc up and the air and catch it, over and over while sitting in my seat or balancing on a leg.
thursday 4/19: I’m dying; I’ve crammed for my two exams and hope for the best. I feel bad skipping prax but my knee still hurts, I don’t think I should run, and biochem is a disgusting monster that’s happening the next day.
friday 4/20: the test is an L. I spend the rest of the day catching up on sleep.
saturday 4/21: inferno tryouts are the next day.