Love Is Not A Victory March

....its a cold and its a broken, Hallelujah. Sorry, im listening to that song right now (Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley), and for some reason i really like that song.
Anyways, today. Many decisions were confronted today, and most were left unresolved. Again, sorry to be so mysterious, but you know. The sunrise was beautiful again today for the second day in a row. I only say this because for some reason i find it inexplicably hard to go to sleep on the bus, and when we are passing by the Okeechobee exit on 95 in the morning, we come at the perfect time to watch the sunrise. It was pretty cloudy and desolate last week, but these past mornings have been breathtaking.

Got to school and LPA once again proved how unbelievable stupid they are. I'm not even kidding. They are so disorganized in their decision making. I mean, the bus drill today was the perfect example of my well-based point. Instead of using the system which has worked for several years, they tried to do all the buses at the same time. So notwithstanding i got to my Spanish class late (the only silver lining to this cloud). But also, many kids didn't get to go to breakfast because of this. Now i eat my breakfast at home, but i know of many kids who depend on school breakfast. I think this is immensely unfair.

Anyways, before that becomes a rant, the rest of the day went somewhat normally, with the usual bombardment of notes in Brazee, the boring FCAT work in Spooney, more videos in Gieger, a lecture in Engineering, and homework in web masters. I usually use this class to finish any work i have to do for the day. It works out well. Then finally there was more FCAT work in Math, and to top it off, no Track practice, one of the only reasons i brave the day at school is the knowledge that i will be able to go to practice at the end. That and the numerous friends that i am currently starting to acquire as of late.

I came home and watched a DVD that Mr. Hensley (track assistant coach) gave me to watch. It was called 'Fire On the Track'. It was a documentary Steve Prefontaine. Pretty much all who actually read this blog will not know that name. Pre (his nickname) was one of the greatest distance runners of all time. When he died prematurely in a car crash at age 24, he held every American record from 2,000 to 10,000 meters. He also ran the third fastest 3 mile of all time the day before he died. It was very inspiring, and afterwards i went for what i wanted to be a light five miles, but didnt end up that way. I did the first four with seemingly no effort at seven minute pace, and then i decided to see what i could do for the final mile. I took off and ended up running a 5:21. After already running 4 miles pretty hard. I was very pleased.

Im gonna wrap this one up before it gets too long (too late). Song today is Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley.
http://m.rouzeau.free.fr/pantheon/16 Hallelujah.mp3