The First Night of Winter Break blog - Sticky

After coming home from work (it's fucking amazing how long four hours can seem) I find that Winter Break is...only so-so. From kindergarten all the way through being a junior, every break was greeted with a "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" and me racing hellbent out the school door, practically sprinting to transportation home. Well, as reasonably fast as one fat guy can move. As a senior, I realize it marks the last winter break of institutionalized education. The last winter break of my home for four years. I've been in more places in that school than most students, being on the tech squad and all, visiting transformer rooms, laughing at old people attempting to use technology, and fixing the occasional RAM problem (those damned Gateways...I swear I'm going to start hearing a triple beep in my sleep). However, this ending of first semester marks the beginning of me trying to get into shape. Four classes. Total. I'm assuming two on A-Days (AP Government, College Credit, WOOHOO!, and Tech Support, which is easily skippable) and two on B-Days (ECCR = English, and college credit, and no effort required for a decent grade, and Function-Stat-Trig which I work my ass off in). This leaves a lot of time for weight lifting, and once the weather decides to get somewhat nice, taking walks in the park. Hunting knife required for personal safety.

From the start of second semester on, I'm going to try my damnedest to put on muscle and restrict my calories.