The end of the football season is nigh.
Celtic crowned champions before Easter. I'm not sure that was predicted in August when we were humped 5-0 by some obscure broadcasting team - Artmedia Bratislava. This was followed by a 4-4 draw with Motherwell. A last minute goal giving us a point. Perhaps not a vintage team but one that wins the league and a place in the Champions League. No qualifying necessary /i think/
The minor placings were unusual with Hearts 2nd and Rangers 3rd. Enough has been said about Hearts although a cup final next week might make this season an exceptional one. Rangers were crap but I'm not sure they will be this crap again particularly with the new manager coming in.
Hibs flattered to deceive as did Aberdeen. I hate Kilmarnock so i'm not even going to mention them. Down go Livingston. Perhaps should gone down last season, they didn't and they didn't learn from that. The rest...well nothing surprising.
And that's it really. No football til June. Nightmare.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Friday, May 05, 2006
Teller
At least the sun is shining. It's almost summer. I bet we have a week of snow after this.
Operation:adapt and conquer* continues. Unabatted. No.
Showed up for class yesterday. Not that i really felt like taking class. I had no real choice since we had tests last week and next is the University Sports Day which means i'll not see them for weeks and weeks.
They got homework which they werent overly impressed with but they were overly impressed with the fact that they got out after 30 minutes.
God knows what i'll do next week. Can't write anything and can't even hold anything. I'm not the sort of teacher who starts at the front of class and talks for the duration. It's not possible given that they can't understand what you are saying. Instead things will have to change. The 'how we do things'. But how to implement that, is the question. That's the challenge. How to successfully 'do' class without writing anything.
i can do it. i can do it. ican and will do it. no choice.
Operation:adapt and conquer* continues. Unabatted. No.
Showed up for class yesterday. Not that i really felt like taking class. I had no real choice since we had tests last week and next is the University Sports Day which means i'll not see them for weeks and weeks.
They got homework which they werent overly impressed with but they were overly impressed with the fact that they got out after 30 minutes.
God knows what i'll do next week. Can't write anything and can't even hold anything. I'm not the sort of teacher who starts at the front of class and talks for the duration. It's not possible given that they can't understand what you are saying. Instead things will have to change. The 'how we do things'. But how to implement that, is the question. That's the challenge. How to successfully 'do' class without writing anything.
i can do it. i can do it. ican and will do it. no choice.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Interpolation
Still officially in shock...
Not a decent nights sleep by any stretch of the imagination. In fact sleeping on my back in really difficult. Not only that but trying not to move my right arm is proving hard. Moving is such a natural event that you don't even think about it, you just do it. But in doing so, I get a short, sharp pain.
Everything that i do, i have to consider if it's worthy of the effort and the inevitable pain that comes with it. I would like to say that staying in bed would be the best thing but even that is uncomfortable.
Instead, I finally try to take a shower hahaha 'shower' in the loosest sense - 'get wet' is perhaps a more accurate description, get dry and then get dressed. Buttons are bastards to do.
I went back to the doctor. He said that i will need to have my support on for a month after which i can start doing some 'exercises' to build up my arm again. Alas, the mood was lifted with the news that i don't need an operation to realign my arm. I guess I should be thankful for something.
Life continues. Adapt and conquer. Hard but true. At the moment, there is no light and no tunnel. Dark and flat like a brick wall.
Not a decent nights sleep by any stretch of the imagination. In fact sleeping on my back in really difficult. Not only that but trying not to move my right arm is proving hard. Moving is such a natural event that you don't even think about it, you just do it. But in doing so, I get a short, sharp pain.
Everything that i do, i have to consider if it's worthy of the effort and the inevitable pain that comes with it. I would like to say that staying in bed would be the best thing but even that is uncomfortable.
Instead, I finally try to take a shower hahaha 'shower' in the loosest sense - 'get wet' is perhaps a more accurate description, get dry and then get dressed. Buttons are bastards to do.
I went back to the doctor. He said that i will need to have my support on for a month after which i can start doing some 'exercises' to build up my arm again. Alas, the mood was lifted with the news that i don't need an operation to realign my arm. I guess I should be thankful for something.
Life continues. Adapt and conquer. Hard but true. At the moment, there is no light and no tunnel. Dark and flat like a brick wall.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
hARASS
sO, we played football.
Or, rather my team played football.
I lasted about 10 minutes.
I was running for the ball when one of their defenders clipped my heel. On purpose? Accident?
Who knows.
Anyway, I went flying and landed squarely on my forearm before sliding to a halt. Blood coming from mt knee and a kind of numb pain in my arm.
Fast foward to the hospital.
2 xrays confirmed a fracture.
They wanted to put on a splint but in order to do that they had to move my arm into a 45 degree angle. Whilst doing that I was close to passing out. They had to lay me down and raise my legs in order to get blood to my head.
Fast Foward to lying in bed with an aching right arm, unable to get into a comfortable position because moving at all casuses pain.
Can't quite believe it.
Times like these when being at home is best. Maybe it's officially time.
Gutted.
Or, rather my team played football.
I lasted about 10 minutes.
I was running for the ball when one of their defenders clipped my heel. On purpose? Accident?
Who knows.
Anyway, I went flying and landed squarely on my forearm before sliding to a halt. Blood coming from mt knee and a kind of numb pain in my arm.
Fast foward to the hospital.
2 xrays confirmed a fracture.
They wanted to put on a splint but in order to do that they had to move my arm into a 45 degree angle. Whilst doing that I was close to passing out. They had to lay me down and raise my legs in order to get blood to my head.
Fast Foward to lying in bed with an aching right arm, unable to get into a comfortable position because moving at all casuses pain.
Can't quite believe it.
Times like these when being at home is best. Maybe it's officially time.
Gutted.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Pass
Guess who has been told by the English Department Captain that he can play in the Sports Day with his Football Team...
haha.
haha.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Undone
Seems like i'm getting abused because my posts make me sound 'miserable'. /yes, that's you mr. mountain!/
Well, sorry if they are but...
I write this up when I'm bored and if I'm bored, it usually means that I'm tired and if i'm tired I can't be arsed and if I can't be arsed, it sounds like i'm miserable. So, in essence it's a vicious circle.
In future, I will fake infinite happiness but then you would see right through that and ask me what the problem is!
A minefield.
Well, sorry if they are but...
I write this up when I'm bored and if I'm bored, it usually means that I'm tired and if i'm tired I can't be arsed and if I can't be arsed, it sounds like i'm miserable. So, in essence it's a vicious circle.
In future, I will fake infinite happiness but then you would see right through that and ask me what the problem is!
A minefield.
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