Ahh, gym class.   Some people love it.  For others, gym can be a long and sweaty nightmare in ugly uniforms and tube socks.

Before I got to PCA, gym was my favorite class!  And then I met Coach Phelps. Or, as my buddy Chase likes to call him… Colonel Phelps.  LOL!

Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s important to stay in shape, but Coach Phelps seems to get his kicks from watching kids run.  And run.  And run some more.  He makes us run until we’re literally drowning in our own sweat!  My friend Nicole even “tossed her cookies” once from running so much.  Gross!

So, Coach Phelps, if you’re reading this – give us a break!  We’re not soldiers!  And some of us have weak stomachs!  No more cookie tossin’!

Okay, I’m done complaining.  Everything else has been AAU (“Awesome As Usual”).  The girls in my dorm LOVE the new jukebox I bought for the lounge.  Even Stacy (the girl who stole my backpack idea) came by to hang out.  I think she had fun until Dana accidentally tripped her and Stacy landed face first in a bowl of non-fat chocolate yogurt.  Ooops!  : )

L8er Sk8ers!

--Zo