SPENCER GERALD

_______________

I picked up my backpack and ambled out of the classroom, dreading yet another day of this torture. Within a few moments, Alan caught up with me. "Hi Spence!" He said in his usual rushed and enthusiastic manor. "Hey," I replied. "You ready for another steady ass-whooping?" I shot him a death glare, looking down at him since he was about to my upper arm. "Sorry." "It's ok. But, no, I don't think I'm going to let them push me around anymore!" "Yeah, yeah! That's the spirit, Spence! Yeah!" I smiled. "Ok. Yeah."

But then, I was on the mat, facing a (rather intimidating) senior in my weight class, and I wasn't so sure. I might just let him off easy. Yeah. Yeah. Suddenly, the boy lunged at me. Uh oh. Abort. Abort mission. But, instead of aborting, my body decided that it (finally) remembered what I used to do when I actually liked wrestling, and blocked his attack. The boy snarled and lunged again. Well, body, look what you've gotten us into now.