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I need to remember my IR notebook. I forgot it for the second time today. It was an OK class. I'm pretty sure that I aced the map quiz. We have an exam next Thursday. I got an 89 on the last one but I want to do better. Chinese wasn't bad either. We did a lot of speaking drills and such. I need to work on my tones. I know that everyone messes up but a tiny alteration in the sound of a word can make for a drastically different word. "I have a cold" mispronounced becomes "I fuck cats." I don't want to ask for a chicken and end up with a prostitute. Such things are possible. I took a nap after class. Rugby practice was freezing!!! I had to take a break during continuity. I was only two lengths of the field away from making the whole thing. This cold is lingering longer than usual. I have this hideous smoker-sounding cough. I was actually able to keep up in the pace drill though. That was kind of cool. We did scrums and line outs and all that jazz. Right before we did unopposed, Abe told the playoff roster to take a lap. The rest of us just had to walk across the field. Not that I really wanted to take a lap, but I sort of resented the fact that he doesn't expect as much from us. I rode back to the dorms with Krista and some of the other girls. I ate dinner with Nelly, Tameka, Jo, Schulte, Meg, Julia (Meg's roommate) and Leah. I had a stirfry. It had red bell peppers and bean sprouts in it so it really reminded me of home. I just got a note on FaceBook on my wall from Rachel Moore. One of the girls in my IR class asked if I knew her because I'm from Plainwell. I said something about how she is an alcoholic. She said that Freshmen shoot off their mouths and I need to stop talking shit. I realize that I shouldn't have said that. However, I have always said exactly what was on my mind. It really shouldn't surprise her that I said that.