- Life - .Weekend.
Ok i thought i might do an actual post about my life, namely this weekend.
It started out great on friday evening when there was anarchy among the ranks of the debating squad and we actually did a debate instead of 'training' :D.
After Debating i looked at the notice board and discovered that I was meant to be in a race on Saturday, i was to be the cox, yes thats right the little man at the front shouting at people, most of you who know me - im not that small... i mean, im almost 6' but hey, our coaches mind works in mysterious ways.
So, Saturday, 7am in the morning and i catch my lift to Hampton Court where the race is happening. After a 2 hour wait at the river bank, i finally crush myself into the cox's seat and my crew rows up to the start. Now, apparently, there was no way in hell that we could win the division so we were going to go for a bronze medal. This would involve losing the first race and winning the next two.
We deliberatly lost the first race, won the next... and the loser's final we one also. Almost before we knew it we had taken bronze, while the A crew had taken gold. The funny thing is - our crew had the best time on the course, so we probably could have one the division. (Oh yea and i got a medal for coxing before archie haha)
Yes, when i find anything deep and meaningful to blog about i will, please give ideas if you want to know what my opinionated little head thinks.
~Dan
It started out great on friday evening when there was anarchy among the ranks of the debating squad and we actually did a debate instead of 'training' :D.
After Debating i looked at the notice board and discovered that I was meant to be in a race on Saturday, i was to be the cox, yes thats right the little man at the front shouting at people, most of you who know me - im not that small... i mean, im almost 6' but hey, our coaches mind works in mysterious ways.
So, Saturday, 7am in the morning and i catch my lift to Hampton Court where the race is happening. After a 2 hour wait at the river bank, i finally crush myself into the cox's seat and my crew rows up to the start. Now, apparently, there was no way in hell that we could win the division so we were going to go for a bronze medal. This would involve losing the first race and winning the next two.
We deliberatly lost the first race, won the next... and the loser's final we one also. Almost before we knew it we had taken bronze, while the A crew had taken gold. The funny thing is - our crew had the best time on the course, so we probably could have one the division. (Oh yea and i got a medal for coxing before archie haha)
Yes, when i find anything deep and meaningful to blog about i will, please give ideas if you want to know what my opinionated little head thinks.
~Dan
posted by Dan at 7:43 AM
3 Comments:
Well, I wouldn't call it anarchy, more like Sam being unable to do what he wanted. And it's not just coaches who think wierdly (remind me to show you some of my reasons for not joining the boat club).
yes and king Sam always does what he wants so it's anarchy
Chairman Sam! Chairman Sam! OUr beloved Leader.
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