En route to fly to Toronto, I am sitting here in the Moncton Airport after a very sad series of events that I will outline in the following few moments. My friend since first year, Andrea, drove me to the airport when I called to see if she could, but I learned upon calling her that she was moving to Banff for the summer to work as a hostess in a hotel. She hadn’t mentioned anything until then, so I thought it would be perfect to catch up before I never see her again (probably).

We gosspped in the car, about my intrigues that involved a secret person who I met late at night at the swan pond for conversations and the like. I do remember getting near frostbite three of the four times, but I believe it to be worth it in the end. It eventually got me to visit the Confederation Bridge for the first time; quite the exciting experience.

In any case, we were talking and we basically just said our goodbyes and I signed in. They put me on standby for some reason, but I’ve got my ticket now so I don’t need to worry about not getting on the plane. It’s my biggest fear, of there being a booking problem and then all my plans fall through, especailly since all of my stuff was moved out yesterday and I spent the better part of the day laying on the floor and helping my friend Amber move into my house.

I won’t be back to Sackville until Convocation weekend which will prove to be interesting to say the least. Senior Prom, to which I will go alone, like my first prom, Parent’s Pub Night, and the rest of hte ceremonies. Bascially I’m flying back a few days early and staying in residence before my mom and Sharon arrive in order to party and celebrate with my colleagues and whoever is left that I recognise (let’s hope more than I can imagine).

Teamwork… I think not

So when one thinks of teamwork, they think of team, and even though my English is only half decent, I’m pretty sure that there is no ‘I’ in team, or even a ‘U’. So then what’s people’s problems when it comes to play games that are for teams, and actually require teamwork?

So we play intramural volleyball that’s co-ed for our house activity, and we are all various levels from advanced the entry level, and then we have a few varsity basketball players (simply becasue of their height and we needed people). So then what’s deal with the people that play on other team sports like basketball, can’t transfer that sort of self control onto other sports too? Jumping infront of girls to take the ball, or never passing it to them isn’t nice, and nor is it even polite.

So serve coming in, and I ask Matt if he is going to cover short serves, and he says ‘Yes’ and I say ‘Okej I will take the back ones’ and he nods. So all signs point to teamwork O.K., until the serve comes in and goes right in the area where I asked him if he would cover it. He lets it fall onto the ground, and then looks at me and says ‘What the fuck Osky, why didn’t you go for it,’ and so I give him a dirty look and move away from where I was standing and say ‘Okej then I will cover back and far left’ and he nods. Serve comes in again, into my exact spot I was standing and he runs over to jump infront of me and takes the ball.

Now, I’ve played varisty volleyball since I was in year 6, and he’s more or less new so I figured maybe it was in-experience. So Mallory in the front row (who is like his best friend) says ‘Matt, that’s unfair, let other people play the ball’ and he grunts, no doubt. Anyways, so the serve comes in again and I step farther off the court, and it goes right into the same spot as the original serve. I don’t see him move at all for it as he looks upset that he was told off; so I dive for it and save it and he just gives me the dirtiest look. By this point I’m loosing my patience, and I’m very patient person. So serve comes in again, and low and behold it goes to the same spot and it lands on the same spot without him doing anything, as I told him again that I would ‘Only cover back left.’ He stares me down and puts his hands into a ‘What the Hell’ way, and I look right back at him and say ‘If you’re not going to play for a team, then just take a break for min’ and then he doesn’t speak to me again for the next 48h.

So I really don’t give a care about how he thinks of me, but frankly he and his roomate André have been very rude to me since months ago and for no reason since I never am rude them, I’m always friendly and saying ‘Hi’ and such like that. So I’m about 5mins away from going up to his room and telling him to either: 1) If you have a problem with me, take it up with me, or 2) Deal with it yourself.

Since Matt is being a baby (which he always asks like anyways) I don’t really exepct him to say anything more then ‘What’ and go all red and then try to guilt trip me. Well you’re out of luck Matt, since everyone notices how rude your are to Andrea and I, for no reason at all! Get over yourself Matt, and grow up and act your age.

Now, that doesn’t sound so friendly at all, consider he is part of the house executive next year! Thank gosh I will be in France away from all the stupid drama that goes on here, and never have to hear of them again! How’s that for a guilt trip?:>>