Wednesday, February 08, 2006

I'm living in the midst of "Winter Frolic Week" a pride week at my school. Part of the whole package next to themed days and athletic events is the obvious "court" four couples voted on by the their peers grades 9-12. At a Monday morning assembly I learned that OMG! I made it! I'm on the court! My excitement could barely be contained. Sarcasm doesn't really work on these posts I suppose, but I was trying to be sarcastic. I guess it's kind of cool that I'm well liked and that my fellow court members aren't the typical characters in a hollywood chick flick. The captain of the football team didn't make it, but a kid going to yale. The cheerleader isn't there either but a girl in the top 10 percent of our class. In fact the only real jock is one of the other girls. She's super cool and really fast in track. But for the most part we all just seem pretty average. The big finale comes on Friday with the "dance off". My partner Anna and I started practicing tonight, we're going for humor since neither of us are very skilled dancers. The thing I've learned is that there is so much hype put on being elected to this court but I don't really feel any different and it's just alot of extra work. I wanna win just because I've already put this much work into the whole thing I may as well go all the way. So go "Couple #1" Anna and Fred, let's be awesome and win.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

A gorgeous day it was. A sunny sky and balmy weather right around 25 F. was the background for "Kidski". A program run solely by volunteering ski coaches who every Sunday for an hour and a half coach miniature cross country skiers. The pupils range in ange from the tiny 5 year olds all the way up to a few 6th graders. Almost all of the coaches are fellow highschool skiers. Here's the perfect image of what Kidski is all about; On an open field, "the stadium" perhaps 50 little kids are sliding across the snow on skis of almost ever make. Each board underfoot corresponding to the respecive groups. All the kids are playing games of some sort, whether it's "red light green light" "one ski soccer" or just straight up "tag". Intermittently dispersed in the crowd are the coaches, playing right along with the kids but with much less enthusiasm and energy. The kids are falling all over, losing balance as they try to kick a ball, or tripping on their own skis as the attempt to evade the ominous hand carrying the title of "it".
Set apart from the masses-all laughing and yelling, enjoying the games-is the select class. 5 or 6 advanced skiers huddled around the coach, ex-olympian Kara Salmela. These young guns, up and comers are getting their technique fine tuned and critiqued to a point I missed out on till maybe three years ago.
It's this atmosphere of progression, kids coming back year after year, moving up through the classes. Learning from parents how to put their skis on to the basics of classic and skate skiing to following and observing the form on former Olympians. Then a few years later returning to return the favor, give back for all they took.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

What was a good week continues to improve.
I gave this little speech to the school on Monday, an option for all seniors to have a platform on which to say all that want to say. I felt like mine went well and recieved positive feedback so that was cool. Then yesterday there was the conference nordic ski meet yesterday. I enjoyed myself there taking 6th place in the skate race and qualifying for the all conference skate team. I was most definately psyched about that after deciding I wanted to to do well and really putting effort into the preperation leading up to it and reclaiming my number 1 spot on the team after I was thoroughly schalcked at the last rast by a little rat basterd of a kid and most of the team after an extensive night out on the town. So anyway after the conference meet was a hockey game pitting our team against a standing rival from last years state tournament. It was a close game full of turn overs and close calls ringing off the posts and scaring fans cheering wildly for both teams. In the end, after the buzzer sounded all that was left was a 3-2 score, home teams favor and a bunch of soar throats from cheers filling the arena and frantic yells to score and "put it in" Now a full 24 hours later my voice is still scratchy like an aged smoker. THEN! I got home went to bed and woke up today to snowblowing! It "F"ing snowed as well! That was really awesome. To finish it all off, tomorrow after school the ski team is leaving for Grand Marais (super cool little town) where we're spending the night and attending a race on Friday. between these 2 races I've been to school for about 3, 3.5 days total. Someone call vh1 because I've had, "the best week ever"