The field was wet, and all the marchers are apparently made of steel or something since we are suppose to ignore the mud and march without noticing that we are getting flecks of mud everywhere.
I don't even mind the mud. But it's the fact that I am trying to concentrate on looking solemn and serious (this is hard) while marching. I really don't know why I can't smile...
Isn't a Sports Meet a good thing...
But I hate the stadium. Done. Someone should clean the toilets. It will do a lot of good.
Alya, I need to know your goodbye details.
(where did your floor go?)
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