Breaking Wind

 

Music to Fart By

Quite a few years back when I was at the high school, I took a day off. The nice lady who usually got the call to sub when one of us in the tech hallway called off, wrote in her report when I came back the next day that she would never sub in my class again. Seems the boys decided to have a fart fest while she was in charge. I got a chuckle out of it, but she was a great sub - always followed the lesson plan and nothing was torn up when I got back. Hated to see her go.

I went to Coach Jen's place Wednesday and worked with a young guy and then did some bag work. While doing the bag work I felt a click in my chest. I figured I was in big trouble once again but I woke up the next morning feeling fine. In fact, like the chest was completely normal. I don't know what the deal was but it sure felt good. Now a few days later there seems to be some residual discomfort but nothing serious, just enough to remind me not to do anything dumb. You would think if something clicked back into place it would have been seen on one of the several tests I had. Regardless, I'll take it.

A bunch of us went to the fights last night. All the winners were out of the red corner and the fighters out of the blue corner, for the most part, were tomato cans as they used to say. Worst fight card I've ever seen. The only redeeming thing about the night was I was able to spend time with some of my favorite people and talk boxing.

I finished the second prep book for the ham radio license upgrade and took a couple of practice quizzes. Time to get serious now on the quizzes. I'm planning on a couple of hours every day - a little in the morning, and again in the afternoon. It wouldn't be all that bad if I didn't pass, other than the embarrassment factor. If you've taught high school for 36 years and you've been an adjunct faculty at the community college for 8, you should know how to study and pass an exam. We'll see.