Today I had soccer.
I was supposed to be there at 5:00.
SUPPOSED TO.
I was carpooling with Taylor (AwesomeSause9 ) and we left at 5:00.
So, you can probably tell where this is going.
We got there, and the coach told me that it was disrespectful to be late. I told her my mom thought it was at 5:30, and she said I should know when I have practice.
So I finished the last couple minutes of practice, and it was over. So, I walked to Coach Chad. He said I could practice with them. I went to call my mom anyways.
Afterwards, practice continued as normal. (I practiced with Coach Chad.) Then, Chad left and we all had to practice with Nac again.
We did a drill that nobody knew how to do, and I mean NOBODY. So Nac was screaming at us on how to do it the whole time we practiced it.
Then we did scrimmage. That was cool.
{Bonus Story: I couldn't find a place to fit this in, so I'll just put this here!
So basically, when I got to practice, everyone was in the middle of a game. I didn't understand it at all. Coach Nac explained it to me once, in a really vague way. I asked her to explain it again.
She said that "that's what happens when you're late." And so I didn't even know what we were doing.}
I hate Coach Nac.
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