My new experience with skiing.

Tuesday

Welp, it has been a while, since I'm writing this basically 3 months after the whole ordeal happened, so please excuse my poor mind, i literally can't remember as much detail as there was in the first chapter. 

Well, let's move on to what actually happened. 

I'm not sure at the moment, but I think we had to wake up at like 7:30 or 8:00 am and can I just mention that when I woke up that day, my shoulders and arms were hurting like shit, and some people were even sorta mocking me for it, like bitch what the fuck?? I didn't ask the gods to make my arms to hurt on purpose.

So, the breakfasts, those were nice, probably the only things that sorta bothered me were:

1) The lack of originality with the food. I don't know if this is how the people planned it, but every single time we go on a school trip, where we have to stay for a couple days, the breakfast food is always arrranged in sweedish tables, those tables where they lay out all kinds of food and you get to pick what you want, you know what I'm talking about. 

2) The tables. People weren't assigned tables  by the dorms/rooms they were in, no that would be too easy now would it? Instead you could pick where you wanted to sit everyday. So me and the people from my dorm picked a table at the very end of the dining room and the thing that pissed me off all the damn time was when we would get to the dining room a little later than the others and some prick had already sat at our table and when we would politely ask him/her to go sit at a diffrent table, he/she would just tell us to fuck off or something like that. That's it for me ranting, let's get to the more intresting shit. 

So, like the day before we were meant to get ready to go skiing and if I'm supposed to be honest with you people, I sorta despised skiing in the morning. Like I'm pretty sure almost all of our clothes were wet from the day before like bitch what the actual fuck we woke up like an hour ago, do you seriously expect us to get all sweaty and tired right when we got out of bed?! Are you fucking insane?? 

Ahem, let's continue.

We got ready, marched up to the lift and as usual, I fell on my ass like 3 or 4 times before I got on the lift.  I don't neccessarily remember who I was sitzing on the lift with, probably Susan I really don't know. 

I don't really remember that much that happened when we got on the ski slope, but the only thing that I *do* remember is that, when a tutor was helping me get up from when I fell down on my ass, I think I started sliding down (not on purpose I swear) she, you guessed it, started sliding down since she was grabbing my arm and one sliding session later, we were both down lying in the snow. I apologized to her like 20 times, even though she told me and I quote  ,,Don't apologize, this is what I'm here for" which was kinda nice.

Let's move on what happened after we got back inside from our smorning skiing session. I obviosly felt defeated and my whole body was in pain. Later my roommates were sorta mocking me for being tired when I didn't skii down the whole ski slope or whatever.  I should probably explain that statement, so the thing was that like yesterday, before I could ski down the whole slope, a tutor came to me and asked me if I wanted to give him my skis so I could just walk down the slope on just my feet. I obviously agreed and gave them to him. So even if I just had walked down the slope without the skis on, it was tiring nonetheless. Well, anyway, let's get back to the story. I felt really weird after this skiing, my head was hurting and I felt really nauseous, so after lunch, I told the medic that I felt weird and asked if I could stay in my room for the remainer of the afternoon skiing session. He obliged and let me stay in my room. 

The rest of the day was the same thing as the day before, so I'll spare you the details.

That's it for Tuesday, more chapters/days coming soon, I promise that I won't take 3 months to write an another part to this bandwagon.