Mission: Impossible... Every Tuesday

It's six thirty and time to get up. I slowly drag myself up and stomp off to the bathroom to get ready. I eat my breakfast consisting of one piece of toast while brushing sleep out of my eyes. I hear a sharp cry and nearly jump out of my seat. It's my mom yelling at my little brother about how we are already late. I groan and get my booksack and swim bag while grabing a snack for after school. We are almost there, when we see police men cutting people off and checking inspection stickers. It's a slow going but at the same time we are rushed. I finally get to school at seven fifteen. It was going to be a long day.

I trudge through the day yawning and compaining like everyone else, but most people don't have as many things to compain about as to me and my friends. After school, we imeadatly go to swim practice, we better not be late or else we'll get yelled at. After our entrance abs, we do a warmup in the pool folowed by our first set the our main set. The sets usually contain 200's with techniqe, sprint, and stroke laps. we do these until four thirty. Then we go to dry land practice which is abs, weights, and sometimes running, depending on the set. One of the worst things ever are the munchkin jumping jacks. You do a squat while doing a jumping jack for a minute.

After swim ends at five thirty, I go with a few of my friends to wind ensable. Yes, it is a big privelage, but sometimes it is just a chore. The songs are compicated, I can barely breathe already, and now I have to blow into my flute for it to make a sound. At least Mr. Taranto gives us food.

By then I have had a twelve hour day at school... I guess it's time to go home and do homework now...

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