Wrestling, sport or life control?

Dearest Darling Readers,

This is the first time post from freak. and that's just what i am, a freak. i am one of four girls on the wrestling team and i want to tell you how my life is controlled by this sport, and has been from the first day i joined.
he day i joined i weighed 133.5 pounds, i believe, now that would put me in the 135 weight class, which at the time was desireable, because ther ewas only one other 135 which means that i would have a chance to be on the mat. Then the actual practices started. The grueling work you wouldn't expect from a high school sport, although if you do any sport you understand that that's the way all sports practices are.
if you know noithing about wrwestling, then let me take a sec and explain the basics. This is an individual team sport, which sounds weird i know but your match counts for team points, but once you step on the mat you're alone out thereou can't really here your coaches, no matter how loud they yell, because of the headgear we have to wear. Along with the singlet and the haircover the girls have to wear, you look so sexy, not. There are lots of moves and lots of rules i won't go into, because i've probably already bored you.
So i was a 135 for a few weeks and that took a lot of work to stay above 130 which is the next lowest weight class. Recently though i gave up on the 135 goal and i just began to eat normal amounts of food again, and tried hard, and kind of failed to stay away from bads food, and in one week i became a 130 and am now a proud 128.8 pound girl.
not only the weight iossue controls me, the practices are over two hours from right after school till 6 and then of course there are the meets, Wednesdays and Saturdays. So there goes all my Saturdaysthen the bus rides can be long. Saturdays are long and i hate not sleeping, so i sleep in on Sunday and i have homework to do so there goes my Sunday to, so during the winter my freetime is officially gone. and when meets are at home Saturdays we have to come back to the school at eight and bring the mats from the wrestling room, so there goes Friday night too.
This sport may control my life, but i love it, it has becaome my life, and the team is becoming a second family to me. So yeah basically i am a freak.

Freak :D

Welcome to the Morning

Dearest Darling Readers,

Do you know what sucks far worse then anything our parents can ever dream up? School. But despite what we think, it isn't the books, bullies, rotten teachers/ food, and the mountains of homework that get to us, it's waking up every morning. Each morning we make up to either an alarm or our parents at some ungodly hour commanding us to wake. We then must roll out of our warm cocoons of blankets and try to shake off that encompassing sleepy feeling (no doubt because we stayed up later then we should have). It's then we move zombie like around our room, collecting clothes from the floor and throwing them on. Or if you really need it, a shower. We move so slowly in fact, no matter how early we get up, we'll never have time for a proper breakfast/ have to run to catch the bus. Or if your parents love you and drive you in, they'll be yelling at you to get a move on. Anyways we do all this, five times a week, 185 days a year to sit for six hours in a building we don't want to be in, learning things we'll almost never use, with people we cannot stand. Then when it's all finished, we return to our homes only to work on the huge amounts of homework assigned to us. When your in high-school, they give you so much work, it forces you to leave your childhood behind. No time for goofing around if you don't want to fail. But when it's all over, the school day, the homework, the projects, the sports, the extracurricular, it's time for bed. And if your parents cannot understand why it is that we teenagers go to bed so late despite how early we must rise, it's because way deep down in our subconscious, we know that tomorrow we'll have to repeat it all over again. And on the week-ends, we just can't bare to let go of the feeling of no priorities.

This is my theory on how high-school is depriving us of our happiness. Unfortunately

though, if we don't stay in it, we'll never be able to be successful. Well, you win some and you lose some. That's just how life works. Live with it.

~Bimbo

P.S : If this isn't exactly how your mornings are, you are either very spoiled, or the shape we are looking for is a square.