Diary Entries from Freshman Year #6

3/26/10
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Well...mostly was preparing for school next week. You know...put in three calendar'r reading assignments, then not look at them and asking my peers what I'm supposed to read and by when instead.
But I did go to Tustin's track meet, the first they put on and second that I've attended this year. For once we had more people helping than needed; regarless I whole-heartedly became keeper of the hurdles. Okay, I make it sound grander than it is, but I did move them from W110 H to M110, then made manifest the migration of fleets for the 300s. And I was responsible for a great deal of the clean-up process.
I think I should be in Hurdles coach. I have little experience, a lot of ambition, and enough guts and time to make it happen. But little is certain.
After the Track Meet, we went to Pake and Beppe's. We greeted the Colorado-based Wassenaars, ate pizza, soda, and for some some beer. We all enjoyed the family time. Possibly the highlight was meeting Matt's girlfriend and questioning her, a pleasant and potential-full girl.
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Her name is Rachel. Matt is Randy's friend.