Hey Tim, now the rush hour of EHP have ended, and I have got loads of stories to tell. Where do I begin ?
Probably the story of two weeks before the final performance, I stepped on the volleyeyball, and sprained my ankle. It was so bad that I couldn’t walk or even stand, I have to left my leg up on bed. Had to see different doctors. I could barely attend the rehearsal, still, I was forced to go to school, but need a wheelchair to get my books, it’s a hard task for me to move around in the classroom. As a stubborn person, and a lazy fuck, from time to time I still want to make some effort, so while most of the time I just rest in the corner, sometime I insist on walking up the stage to practice. Unfortunately, that made my ankle worse, for a whole week, I had to wear a special ankle protection gear, and not walk.
When I want to help, I get stopped. When I want to move, I get stopped.
When I just want to practice, u get stopped. It was quite irritating, but turns out my ankle recovered in a blink of an eye. On the day of performance, when I have to jump of the scaffolding, I didn’t feel pain, but the moral of the story is, don’t step on a volleyball.
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