Saturday

It is a saturday morning and i am awake at nine o clock. Pitiful. However, the track team was up and ready to go this morning bright and early for their meet at Newfound. The meet doesnt even start until ten, but the coaches seemed to think it would be fun to arrive at around 8:30. I wonder about those track coaches sometimes. The guys coach, who is also a janitor at WRHS, seems to be an alright guy. However, the throwing coach, Powell, I believe stares at the behinds of our young women of winnisquam. Not so cool. When you're in your mid twenties and dont even have a girlfriend, something has gone wrong. Duffy, who was my english teacher in seventh grade, doesnt seem to care about anyone on the team, she just wants them to run so that they can earn points for the team.

I think it is pathetic that coaches feel so compelled to win that they put the well-being of their athletes second. It is alright to want to win, however, this is high school and it's not like Winnisquam has a reputation of being an awesome athletic school. We are proud to say that our football team is rated as the second worst in the country. GOOOOOOOOOO BEEEEEAAARRRSSSS!

Really though, our football team is a disgrace, and nobody goes to watch them because their field is a few miles away next to the Tilton Outlet Malls. They arent even allowed to play at the school, thats how disgraceful they are. Whatever, most of WRHS doesnt even care, our student body seems to made up of whores stoners for the most part. (OOPS! who said that?)

There are the occasoinal good apples though, but they are a dying breed. Just one look at downtown Tilton and Northfield, and one would instantly realize that this entire are is losing it's potential very quickly. But hey, we could be living in Franklin, official armpit of New Hampshire.