I cannot describe what it felt like. No, nothing bad happened. Like, no terrorists came and told us to hand over the money or else they would blow the place up. I am not in jail right now because I killed someone by jumping on top of them. No one died.
But someone came back from the dead.
Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating. Not back from the dead. But like she quit our team and she came to practice today.
After like 2 freaking years!
And, in case you were wondering, she did NOT want to come back with us. It was just an extra practice for her. Apparently, her tough 10 meter pool wasnt good enough.
So she comes to ours and makes it dirty.
I'm not kidding here. I have strong feelings about traitors coming back to our team to swim.
Like Alec Gazda.
I swear, the easiest way to get into Shawmut is to tell them "My former coach was Lavinia and I swam for the Stingrays."
Life's just unfair like that.
It never happens the way we want it to, eh?
--Alex [[is pissed about the whole swim training camp thing]]
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