Hello people. Good morning. Happy December. This week was soccer tryouts week at school. Get-Er-Done plays soccer so I shot the boys tryouts. I shot both days. The girls tryouts might have lasted three days, but I don't think anyone took pictures for them. I am sort of irritated about the other photographers that volunteered to shoot the tryouts. There were three. One was supposed to shoot the girls but nope. All three just sat together and chatted. When I told them to split up and spread out, they were like, "Oh. We were waiting for them to do scrimmages. They aren't dong anything."
Yes they are. They are having multiple little games. Shoot that.
"Actually we are going to download our pictures now."
I was like
What pictures? I saw you look through the camera like twice.
I didn't say that though. That would be rude. I just went a took amazing pictures. I took somewhere around 300 shots. I stayed long enough to see the scrimmages though. So when I came in to download, I was like, "Y'all missed the scrimmages."
There was a hint of sass. That was Tuesday. On Thursday my friend learned that he made the team. He was so happy. There was no concealing the pure joy the boy felt because it absolutely glowed from his entire being. He was smiling and dancing and poking me and joking. It was awesome.
Friday. He comes into school without his soccer sweater. I should've known just by that; there was something wrong. But I was oblivious. I shrugged off his gloominess assuming he still hadn't woken up all of the way. Then soccer was mentioned. His mood darkened. He fiddled with his breakfast.
"I only made the practice team."
He was very depressed all day. "I don't think I am even going to go to practice today."
His eyes lost their smile. He tried to act normal by poking me, but without the playful sparkle in the eyes, it just wasn't the same. It was so sad. I wanted to like, give him a bear hug and tell him it's okay. But he doesn't like hugs. Fortunately the colonel gave him a pep talk that convinced him to keep playing soccer and to try hard and become really good at it. By the end of the day he was nearly himself, although his sarcasm was still a bit sharper than normal. He sounded a bit too serious when he tried to playfully threaten to end our friendship...
(I asked him later, he said he was joking.) I did some free writing on Thursday. I came to school by myself that day because my dad was getting surgery so #2 stayed home from school with the kids. I didn't drive our neighbor because she was sick. It was really weird coming into school alone, but it was the perfect opportunity to write. So I will show you my writing.
This hall. I walk it every morning,but this morning I am alone. The sound of my footsteps is accompanied only by the rhythmic klunk of pocket knife colliding with phone deep in the recesses of my one and only pocket. In the distance behind me echoes the happy chatter of the girls basketball team. I wish I had a team to chatter with. I grip my camera bag a little tighter. I'm the Photographer. I work alone. I don't have "moments"; I document them. My team consists of a camera and a Mac. I have ears everywhere and I see all. If you are near me, I'm probably listening to your every word. Watching closely or from a distance. Waiting for your moment to arrive. I know who you are and what you do. It's a lonely life; but at least I can make you look good.
My English teacher wanted to cry. The Colonel told me to make some friends. It was funny. Well I am going to go now. Have a nice week. (I only told you like half of my week BTW. )
Yes they are. They are having multiple little games. Shoot that.
"Actually we are going to download our pictures now."
I was like
What pictures? I saw you look through the camera like twice.
I didn't say that though. That would be rude. I just went a took amazing pictures. I took somewhere around 300 shots. I stayed long enough to see the scrimmages though. So when I came in to download, I was like, "Y'all missed the scrimmages."
There was a hint of sass. That was Tuesday. On Thursday my friend learned that he made the team. He was so happy. There was no concealing the pure joy the boy felt because it absolutely glowed from his entire being. He was smiling and dancing and poking me and joking. It was awesome.
Friday. He comes into school without his soccer sweater. I should've known just by that; there was something wrong. But I was oblivious. I shrugged off his gloominess assuming he still hadn't woken up all of the way. Then soccer was mentioned. His mood darkened. He fiddled with his breakfast.
"I only made the practice team."
He was very depressed all day. "I don't think I am even going to go to practice today."
His eyes lost their smile. He tried to act normal by poking me, but without the playful sparkle in the eyes, it just wasn't the same. It was so sad. I wanted to like, give him a bear hug and tell him it's okay. But he doesn't like hugs. Fortunately the colonel gave him a pep talk that convinced him to keep playing soccer and to try hard and become really good at it. By the end of the day he was nearly himself, although his sarcasm was still a bit sharper than normal. He sounded a bit too serious when he tried to playfully threaten to end our friendship...
(I asked him later, he said he was joking.) I did some free writing on Thursday. I came to school by myself that day because my dad was getting surgery so #2 stayed home from school with the kids. I didn't drive our neighbor because she was sick. It was really weird coming into school alone, but it was the perfect opportunity to write. So I will show you my writing.
This hall. I walk it every morning,but this morning I am alone. The sound of my footsteps is accompanied only by the rhythmic klunk of pocket knife colliding with phone deep in the recesses of my one and only pocket. In the distance behind me echoes the happy chatter of the girls basketball team. I wish I had a team to chatter with. I grip my camera bag a little tighter. I'm the Photographer. I work alone. I don't have "moments"; I document them. My team consists of a camera and a Mac. I have ears everywhere and I see all. If you are near me, I'm probably listening to your every word. Watching closely or from a distance. Waiting for your moment to arrive. I know who you are and what you do. It's a lonely life; but at least I can make you look good.
My English teacher wanted to cry. The Colonel told me to make some friends. It was funny. Well I am going to go now. Have a nice week. (I only told you like half of my week BTW. )
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