Due to the lack of anything better to say, I shall take this time as an attempt to verbally illustrate to you just how badly I suck at Mr. Swanson’s Frisbee-Golf. Now, as most of you either play it or know about it, lately we’ve been going for a jaunt outdoors during AP U.S. History as we all have finished our AP U.S. History Exam. So anyway, Maddie, Kenneth and I decided to get in on the action the other day and decided to play. Our team became dubbed the “Geek Squad” by Mr. Swanson, how kind. Pretty much everytime I threw the dang thing it was cast upward, caught by the wind and thrown in the opposite direction at an undesired length. Mr. Swanson continued to be calm and patient, trying to direct me as to what exactly I could do the ease up on the whole being terrible thing. His teachings were seemingly a waste of breath as he uttered them as I seemingly got worse and worse at a game I’d been playing more and more. My monomental worse fribee toss was today, however. As to take a little bit of blame away from myself, it was pretty darn windy out today, but when I threw the frisbee into the air (with all my might) the wind caught it nicely, held it in place for a few seconds, then spat it back at my face. Go me, eh? Oh well. Atleast throughout the course of the game Mr. Swanson asks multiple history-related questions that I can usually get correct. Ah well, it can only get better…right?