Drama-rama on the field

This week was the week of tests for everyone in the sciences. Physics, biochemistry, botany, molecular biology, and organic chemistry all had an exam sometime this week. This, of course, led to exorbitant amounts of stress for everyone who steps foot in Olin Hall (the science building), and kept us all clustered in our study rooms throughout the weekend and most of this week. I personally had a molecular biology test the day before an organic chemistry test, and was eagerly looking forward to being done with both of them.

That relief came at about 8:30 last night when I turned in my chemistry exam (we take organic tests at night so we have more time to work on them). Since I had just finished off a stressful streak of studying and test-taking, I thought that a great way to spend the rest of my built-up energy would be to go join my sorority’s intramural flag football game that was starting at 10. When I got down to the field, I found out that the team I thought we were playing had already forfeited, which meant that we were now playing for the championship, and that we were matched against the athlete team… which naturally struck a healthy dose of fear into my heart…

As soon as we started playing, I tried to rush the quarterback and felt something happen to my knee. I’ve had problems with it for the past year or so from playing tennis, and none of the doctors could find anything immediately wrong with it. But last night was the final straw. So I took a seat on the bench, not wanting it to get worse. The team we were playing were pretty intense, and I watched some girls on my team get roughed up. We kept them down though, and managed to get two touchdowns without letting them score any points. As soon as the second touchdown was scored, however, I saw one of my girls go down and scream while she held her hand. When I got a look at it, I saw that the top joints of her finger were at almost a 90 degree angle to the rest of the finger. Off she went to the hospital…

Never have I ever seen an intramural game get that intense. We stopped play, as it started to rain, and will resume next week. Obviously, our team now feels that we have to make the injuries worth it by winning the championship.

I did find just another reason that I have the best friends in the world here though. Two of my friends that were at the game insisted on carrying me to the car from the football field. Their joint efforts proved to be a little uncoordinated, which led to one of them exclaiming, “Just give me Madeleine!” as she carried me like a baby to the car, and then from the car to my room. I was laughing the whole way because I could, in fact, walk… it just felt weird. Then they made a midnight run to Walgreens to buy me an Ace bandage. Friends like that are hard to find, and I realize that I’m so lucky to have so many! I can’t wait to watch them kick butt next week on the field…

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