Op Man

Here's a funny story.

After sitting for an hour reviewing for Op Man, I packed my bag, walked to get out of the lib and stopped. 

My leg, dude. There was a rush of electricity through it and now it was experiencing pins and needles. And there I was, blocking the corridor unable to move.

So, I brought out my cellphone and pretended to text so that I actually looked like I was doing something, instead of looking awkward standing there in the middle doing nothing with a dead-fucking-leg. 

I got rescued by Fie. I was getting tired of locking and unlocking my phone in silence. 

Then we had Op Man. THE Op Man. I loved Mr. Guerra at the start, but his class has just been rough. We've all been struggling. This test wasn't so bad though. A good score is possible to buffer me for the notorious final leg of his class.

Speaking of legs, we had a Futsal game this afternoon. The ultimate stress relief. We were up 4-2 with five minutes to go, before we let in two fucked up goals. We drew. We drew when we could've beaten the only undefeated team left in the IAC. They owe us something and I hope they don't end season undefeated.

If that happens, they'd be declared automatic champions.

But yeah. Fuck Op Man.