First Days Back, 

        Sorry it took so long, but either way, better late than never! Here is the blog for CASL semester 2. It will contain moaning, insulting, and perhaps offending countless people involved in the activities I partake in. First I'll cover what has happened in the sporting areas, so basically horse riding, gymnastics, track and field, and swimming, but moreover I'll give my opinions on such topics, which despite their idleness, express quite frankly, what really happened.


    I suppose the first lap around the field is the hardest, the first dive into the pool, and naturally, that moment when you mount a horse, after a good couple of months is when you know your in for trouble.  It was evident, that after working out over break, I hadn't quite lost the ability to move, however the first few training sessions, in particular swim sessions where more than simply challenging. To begin with we had to shift suddenly to early mornings, which, if you've ever woken up to the sound of alarm, you'll know that at that time in the morning, the sound may as well be the sounds of the sirens which plagued world war 2 , if thats not enough, the pool awaits, and you can be sure it won't be warm. Anyway, the way I was able to tell that (in the swimming department) my level had degraded, was due to the fact that the water slowly took on the form of mud, and slowly oil, the longer I swam. As well as the dying swan motion that possessed my fly (butterfly stroke, that is). 


 Now, I know we've all said we've had those dreadful teachers, the ones that make us rewrite tasks over and over again, and those teachers who find nothing quite so delightful then to scream for (what feels like) hours on end, but believe me when I say, no child, on this earth has had such a demonic coach, as the famous Coach Smythe. I simply do not agree with her methods, however I must admit she clearly value's track as a major part of the ISK athletic department