Battle axed by a Frisbee

I was playing tackle ultimate Frisbee yesterday when I was rather unceremoniously battle axed by the disc.

In tackle Frisbee, obviously you are allowed to tackle people. But rather than actually knocking people over, most of us just ran up from behind and grabbed people's arms in order to prevent them from interfering with the pass (which we actually do all the time).

So someone had me by the arms, and the dude that I was trying to guard attempted one of those throws when the disc flies sideways. But someone knocked his arm and he fired it, full force, only it nailed me in the upper chest (there's still a mark). It came down like an executioner's ax, or so it looked with its rather epic arch that it came down in.

It didn't hurt (much), but apparently it looked pretty epic, as everyone thought I'd been hit in the throat. I kind of fell backwards, but since someone had me from behind it looked a lot more dramatic. 'Twas hilarious. Great game, tackle Frisbee. I had fun.

Last night I made it to bed before midnight (WAHOO!) but for reasons that I shouldn't discuss (in fairness to all parties involved), was reawakened around midnight and awake for about two more hours. I was more than happy to help, as I love my friends quite a lot. But I was tired and sore, as well, and it made for a late night and a late start today.

Because of the lack of sleep and the late start, I was thoroughly prepared to be surly all morning. However, as I popped into the Newman Center to say hi, I ran into three adult women singing "I'm Bringing Home a Baby Bumblebee" with more conviction and theatrics than I was ever able to call upon while singing that song. They were singing to one of the girl's nearly-five-year-old sister, and it lightened my mood considerably to see them. That was Sara, Corina, and Athena, and Sara's sister Sophie. It was adorable.

Then, upon entering the Newman center, Jacob was washing the dishes in the kitchen, but he had the stereo playing oldies from the sixties full blast, and everyone was singing along. If I had planned to be in a bad mood, it was gone withing ten seconds of walking in the door. No one could stand around on a day as sunny as today, with the oldies playing, and sing along with their friends and remain in a bad mood. I was (and still am) really tired, but I was quite high on life after that, so it's OK.

I did my best to spread the joy everywhere today. I hope it worked, even a little bit. I had the wonderful fortune of chatting with Sam and Cameron outside of the PAC earlier, and then ran into Sara and Sophie at the VU Cafe. It was sweet.

I was en route to class around 2:30 when I passed a lady (around my age) who was doubled over in the middle of the walkway- and no one stopped to help her. So I stopped to check one her, and eventually (after she insisted that she could walk) walked with her to work because she needed to tell her boss she couldn't be there, and eventually walked her to the bus stop so that she could go to the health center. The dumb thing about the student health center here is that if you are well enough to walk from campus, you are not ill enough to be there. It's ridiculous. I really hope she made it there OK. I went to class (albeit a little bit late), feeling kind of guilty that I didn't go all the way to the health center with her. She looked half-ready to faint.