Week 11 Theme Retry

We arrived at the baseball field. There was no outfield fence. Left field was backed by bracken and woods. Center field merged into a hill, which fell down into a soccer field. If it was hit there, keep running. Right field terminated in a hill rising up about twenty feet in fair ground, then several large trees and a house, then a road right behind it.

Directly behind the batter was the white school. I had difficulty in right field seeing the ball off the bat.

***

We arrived at the baseball field. This one at least had an outfield fence, even though it was one of those collapsible mesh ones, that if you touched it it would fall over. The fence also served as the fence for the softball field, and behind that, was the beach, then the ocean.

There was no out of play fence along the side, just a line which at one point went right through a huge tree. So you could rob a ball from a tree. Just out of play was a paved street, on the other side of which were the college buildings. A few windows almost got taken out.

The right field fence was a wooden farm style fence, with a yard directly abutting it. At one point during the game, some adults with little kids came out of the gate, and walked directly through the outfield, and play had to be stopped, while the umpire yelled "Get off the field!" at them, and they acted like they couldn't hear, and made their casual way along.

***

We arrived at the baseball field. It was Mansfield Stadium.

Week 11 Prompt III

A small flock of little brown birds, converged and diverged, in the air and on the floor, converged and diverged, through the long terminal of the airport.




"The airplane was hit just after takeoff by birds, a large flock. Fortunately, no one was injured."


"The cruise ship sank, spilling it's passengers into the water. Over 120 Americans were on board, and several Americans are still missing."

Week 11 Prompt II

Tools:

I have the habit of losing things. But not just losing them. A particular way of losing them.

I say to myself "Oh, I won't remember that I put that here, I'll just move it somewhere else where I will remember it."

And then I remember it being where I moved it from, but not where I moved it to.

I often do this with tools. There was a swiss army knife from my grandfather sitting on the table for a while, then I said "I'll forget it's here." So I moved it elsewhere.

Where that elsewhere is I am yet to find, but I am sure I shall locate it sometime.

By the way, I think that I'm going to forget where my blog is on the internet, I think I'll move it to somewhere I will remember it...

Week 11 Prompt I

Uncle Henry's Ad-  Build it and they will come. One backstop for baseball. Has all the fence, post, fittings for a large backstop. Was used about four years. Also have some side line fence for an additional price. $1000 cash.

Backstops are an integral part of baseball. If there were no backstop, then there would have to be ten players on the field, one extra one to back up the catcher. Because any passed ball or wild pitch would never stop. 

A backstop is more important than any other fence on the field. I have experienced fields with no outfield fence, no out of play fence along the side, just a backstop. A good backstop will prevent many foul balls from escaping the field. Which is useful if you are playing on a field with trees or buildings directly behind the backstop.

But all backstops should stop passed balls. There was one field I played on with a backstop with wood on the bottom. I would run on the passed ball, and the ball would either bounce off the wood all the way back to the pitcher, or it would go underneath and out of play.

As a baserunner I prefer one farther back, to give more time to the baserunner. Nothing like going from first to third on a passed ball.

I enjoy backstops very much, but $1000 used? No thanks.

Week 12 Prompt II

60. I held you in my arms.

"Tom, would you like to go next?"

"Sure."

I took the evaluation form to the teacher, then returned to collect my laptop. I turned and faced the audience.

"Mitch." I called. "Mitch!"

He heard me the second time, and looked up.

"How do I plug this in?" I asked, gesturing at the laptop.

"To the projector?" he asked, coming up.

"Yes. I have no idea."

"Do you have a port for it?"

"Yes."

He plugged it in, and I started my speech. At the beginning of the semester an 8-10 minute speech would have sounded impossible, but now, it went a little quickly. I was doing Geographic Information Systems, one of my favorite subjects. I was showing how to manoeuver about in ArcGIS 10. I realized from the person holding up the time cards in the back that I was running out of time. So I hurried to show some functions. I show how to clip, then I realize that I am at ten minutes or so, so I hurry to show the finished product by turning the huge TIN layers on.

And the TIN's freeze the computer.

I fiddle with it, and get the time to explain that the TIN's are over a gigabyte and a half size for a small area. That it gives the appearance of elevation by turning contours for elevation into triangles. I tried to open my original file, while getting to explain that in GIS, patience is the biggest thing, and that something will generally freeze on you.

The person in the back with the time cards held up the 1 minute and 2 minute cards together.

"Good, I like that," I said to him, "Innovative, very good."

I cancelled the drawing of the TIN, then tried again. I eventually realized that I would have to give up and conclude my speech without a final product, and lose a bunch of points on the speech for not having it. I thought about doing my closing for the speech, but realized that I needed the finished product for it. Then I remembered that I had taken a screenshot of my map with the TIN's for my GIS class earlier that week that I had never used, and had not gotten around to deleting.

I hurriedly opened it, and hoped that it would not be slowed down by the TIN's still trying to load. It opened quickly, and I was able to show my finished product and get out of my speech at 18 and a half minutes.

"You only left me with ten minutes," the next person complained, "I'll have to hurry."

I got my grade back from the teacher at the end of the class, and I had gotten 80/80. She had not taken time off for almost going twice as long as I should have gone.

It's possible she thought I just did really good for my speech. Or she might have thought that mine was more interesting than the two it was sandwiched between, cheerleading and braiding hair.

Week 12 Prompt I

61 A.  50 Ways to Leave Your Lover!





You could leave them for another,

Or just leave and let them suffer,

Strand them and make them pay the cover,

You could become famous by learning to hover,

Or by getting arrested for someone you smothered,

Get appointed to a huge salary by the governor,

Or work for the CIA undercover,

Or worst of all, you could run off with their mother.

Week 11 Theme

I traversed my way through my classes. My speaking teacher noticed my EMCC baseball shirt, and asked how we were doing. I told her okay. I went to my math class. It was hot, so I pulled up the sleeves of my blue long sleeved EMCC baseball shirt that I was wearing underneath.

***

I got to the bus. We were going to the very bottom of the state, so I pulled on my EMCC baseball windbreaker to combat the cool morning air. I tossed my EMCC baseball bag onto the Bar Harbour tour bus. "You can only wear your blue long sleeved underneath," the coach said, "If you're going to wear long sleeves, it has to be that. Let's be good representatives of the college."

I think we were.

Week 10 Theme

I was walking along the campus. Rain was pouring down onto my blue and yellow EMCC baseball windbreaker. I watched droplets of rain gather up and drip off from the brim of my blue and yellow EMCC baseball hat. I have to jump to the side as someone runs by me.

***

I am walking back after my class. My socks are pretty wet now, and I have to jump off the path into some mud to avoid a few people running from the dorms. I get inside, and take off my hat. It is about ten pounds, sodden all through.

***

"Hey Felicia, you look really silly running around all over the campus," I tell her a few weeks before. "Imagine if everyone ran all over the college like you do? It look really queer, not to mention that the walking people would be having to jump out of the way all the time."

***

Rainy days are now called "Everyone on campus running around like Felicia" days.

Week 10 Prompt III

47. Nature red in tooth and claw. The Law of the Jungle. Survival of the Fittest.

The team was red. They were known as Frankfort. They were also known as really bad.

The score was 32-0 in about the third inning when they decided to call it quits. I was already out at the plate, with the pitcher ready to pitch to me and everything. "They were too scared to face you," the coach said.

The catcher threw the ball back to the pitcher from his knees, and it sailed over the pitcher's heads, into center field. A run scored. It was now 22-1, instead of 22-0. The Frankfort fans honked their horns and screamed for approximately ten minutes in excitement of scoring a run.

I was pitching, against this green team, and I was doing pretty good, only given up ten runs or so in the inning. I threw a passed ball, and ran in to cover the plate as the runner came in. I slipped as I got to the plate, and the freaking runner cleated me in the neck in his slide. I had to leave the game, but I made sure of his number. The next game, I got to face him again, and threw as hard as I could, trying to strike him out. I walked him twice in 8 combined pitches.

I played with the player who I had cleated a few years later, and I apologized to him at one point.

"It wasn't me," he said, "I was never cleated in the neck."

"Good," I said, "I apologize to you for your teammate that I did cleat then."

Week 10 Prompt II

49. Doesn't matter where you begin, you'll end up back here.

My mother hurried up behind me. I noticed her, and went to get my sister. We went to our grandmother's car. We got inside. My grandmother started to drive off.

"I'm not in yet!" my sister exclaimed, one foot in, and one out.

***

"She's not there yet?" I asked my sister.

"No," she replied, "I don't see her anyways."

She ran towards the college building. I started walking, then noticed my mother hurrying up behind me. I waved to her, and caught up to my sister.

"She's here," I informed her.

"Oh, good."

We returned to the car. We had not noticed it because it was our grandmother's car instead of ours. I entered the car.

"Hi," our grandmother said.

My sister struggled trying to get her backpack into the backseat, with one foot in and one out.

"There wasn't room in the parking lot," my mother said, "Our car's parked over in Great Skates."

Slowly, our grandmother started driving.

"I'm not in yet!" Felicia exclaimed.

***

He turned and saw someone approaching him. It was his mother. He collected his sister, and they made their way to the car. It was their grandmother's car instead of their own. He knew that they had been out driving, and he assumed they had returned to the college together, but he had no idea where their car was.

He opened the door, and entered the car.

"Hi," his grandmother said.

"There wasn't room in the parking lot," his mother informed him, "Our car's parked over in Great Skates."

Apparently, his grandmother was unused to passengers in the back, as she started driving off with his sister still half out of the car.

"I'm not in yet!" she exclaimed.

***

She pulled around the curve and towards the college. They stopped out of the way. After a while, her daughter noticed her own daughter and son walking away, and hurried out to get them. The grandmother watched as they came up to her car. She started moving the car.

"I'm not in yet!" her granddaughter exclaimed.

***

My grandmother stopped the car, and Felicia pulled herself in.

"She's slow getting into the car all the time," my mother told my grandmother.

"Oh, that's fine," she said.

Week 10 Prompt I

43. 51. Just calm down and begin at the beginning.

"Where's my umpire's gear?" he said. "They better not have lost it. In Bridgton."

I walked back onto the bus and looked along it with him. It wasn't there.

I got there on time. There was a bus there, but it did not look like the right one at all. The coach had said we would have a coach bus. I didn't think this was a coach bus, unless coach = "Bar Harbor sightseeing tour bus."

"Why do they still have that up there?" one of our players said, gesturing to the scoreboard. "Get that 17 off of there."

We got off at the field. The coach stared at the field for a moment.

"I think I'll call to make sure it's the right field."

I ran to the ball, got under it, and caught it. Then threw it in.

"Right field will be interesting," a player commented. "Tomas, you starting in right?"

"Yes."

"Have fun out there. Look at those hills."

"I suppose that if it hits the house on that hill it's a homerun."

The ball hit the huge dip on the edge of the infield grass and drilled our second baseman in the face with a thwack, knocking his glasses off.

"Well," the coach said, "I wasn't disappointed in our effort. We didn't have too many errors. But we weren't really crisp. That should come with time."

I ran after the ball, and ran past the spot the fence would have been if it had existed, and watched the ball hit the tree on their front lawn, breaking some branches off. I crawled through their lawn up to their house to retrieve it.

The school was in the background from right field, and it was bright white directly behind the batter. I figured out after one inning that unless I stood in one place in right so that the batter was in front of the shadowed part, then I could not see where the ball was going at all. This meant I had to play a little farther off the line than I would have liked, especially with the five lefties in their lineup.

There were no dugouts, so we had the sun beating down on us the entirety of the game. I held my uniform shirt up my neck a little bit when we batted, trying to prevent sunburn. It didn't really work.

We were heading to the game, and one of the players was talking. "I looked them up last night, and I looked at three of their player profiles, and saw 6-6, 6-6, and 6-4. All Pro for the state of Massachussetts in six sports last year. It's basically a one year school to prepare for the SAT." They're a prep school, and take all the stupid athletes that can't get a 2.0 GPA in college.

I looked myself later. Two players from Maine out of 26. One from Barbados.

Week 10 Prompt I

47. Nature red in tooth and claw. The Law of the Jungle. Survival of the Fastest

The light was on. It flashed a few times then removed itself. It then moved from its current locale, sliding over along the dark surface.

We were sitting together. We were heading home.

She came running out. They informed her of what had happened. Sometimes it is the anxious waiting that is the worst.

There was the crash, and then the light sat still.
Survival of the fastest.

Week 9 Prompt III

You never know (before you take calculus) what you have (time) until it's gone.

“You need to switch with someone for the speech, don’t you?” the communications teacher asked.

“No, Felicia and I will just switch. She goes the class before me anyhow, so-“

“Did she charge you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Did she go ‘You can switch with me for twenty bucks.’”

***

I walked towards the library, and noticed one of the baseball players from my team kicking a soccer ball about in the new team windbreakers. He held the door open for me.

“What’s up Tomas?” he queried.

“Calculus test soon.”

“Calculus?”

I entered, and he stayed behind to open the door for the person who happened to be running in behind me, my sister.

“You bet,” she said to him.

(he presumably thinks “What the heck? Do I know her from somewhere?”)

***

“Could you help me on this one?” I asked.

“Yes,” Felicia responded.

“First you are putting it in standard form, then you find P(x), then you use that with this formula to find the integrating factor. You multiply it times the whole equation, then integrate both sides, then solve for y.”

“Yes, I think so. Good thing the teacher gave us practice tests.”

“I hardly remember any of it. It was all before break.”

***

Felicia and I were working on a problem, when someone on the other side of the room working, said “What’s 1+0?”

Felicia started laughing as we were trying to integrate (x^2-4)^2/4.

***

“I don’t get it, you’re doing the integral, but you are saying take the derivative of this part. With integrating something that’s more of the anti-derivative.”

“Oh yes it is. But you take the derivative of this part.”

Someone else in the room was getting help on a paper from another student.

“What do you think of it?” he asked the person.

“I need to fix your spelling mistakes,” was the response.

“You can’t. There’s no spell check.”

“Well, ‘These’ isn’t spelled ‘Theas.’”

“I don’t care. I’m a bad speller.”

It sickened me that he said it like he was proud of it.

***

I typed my English paper after the calculus test, remembering how horrifically that person spelled. I made sure not to spell any words wrong.

Week 9 Theme

The coach hit the ball to right field. Knowing the ball wouldn't be hit to us for a minute, the other left fielder and I were conversing.

"Look!" one of the two center fielders called out, pointing behind us.

We looked around, and saw some sort of large rodent looking creature making its lumbering way across the field.

"What is that?" we exclaimed, laughing.

"I think it's a muskrat," the center fielder responded doubtfully.

"It's saying 'What yo bi—-s doin' on my home?'" the other left fielder quipped.

"Don't go near it," the center fielder said to the second one, "It might bite. Hey coach!"

At the same moment, the coach happened to noticed the large mass moving across the field.

"What the f---?" he exclaimed, according to the catcher.

"Hey coach!" the center fielder called again.

"I see it. What is it?"

"I think it's a muskrat."

***

"Any idea what this skull is?" my uncle asked. "I found it down at the pond at the lab."

"I don't know."

"Whatever it is, it has large eye sockets."

"I think it's too large for a cat," my sister commented.

"It looks more like a rodent."

"What does a mouse skull look like?" my mother asked.

"It's too large for a mouse."

"Yes, but it has a mousy look to it."

"Muskrat!" I exclaimed jokingly. "That was what was on the baseball field during a practice a couple of days ago."

***

I typed and pressed enter.

"Here it is. The centerfielder was right, it was a muskrat that was in the field. Here's what was on the field during the practice."

"Is that what the skull is?" my sister asked.

"Yes, here. This is it."

"Not the one with the huge teeth?"

"It is. The teeth fell out."

"Oh, you're right, it has the holes from where they were."

"Ooh, where did you get that?" my grandmother asked.

"I found it at the pond at the lab."

"Oh, you found it? Why hadn't you showed it to me?"

"I only found it yesterday."

"Oh."

"Here, do you want to play? You can play with it."

"No, I'm fine."

"Interesting that I had hardly heard of a muskrat before now," I said, "And now in one week I've experienced a lot of it."

Difficulty

I have been having difficulty writing recently, as I have run to the point where I have used up most of the things that are interesting in my memory. Something mundane can be interesting if written well enough, so I wrote about what was immediately happening to me for a while. Then the break came, and I have been stuck all week on material, as I wasn't doing anything that inspired me at all. I am hoping for more material tomorrow. I will keep thinking as well.

By the way, with week 10 distancing, would something like Faulkner's "The Sound and the Fury" qualify as distancing the reader? It distanced me until I stopped reading it several pages in.

Week 9 Prompt II

I came, I saw, I caught it (Most of the time)

I ran in on the ball, and dove for it. The coach was excited, as not many ten year olds try to dive, let alone actually make the play, even though it was a practice.

***

I was in centerfield, and a line drive was hit to shallow left field. The left fielder was unable to get to it, and it filtered through the gap. The same left handed batter came up to bat, and I felt certain he would hit it to the same spot. I moved in, though not too much, and when the ball was hit I ran in and dove for it, making the catch and somersaulting to my feet for the third out.

***

I ran in, prepared to dive on the ball the coach hit, but it was dropping too quickly, so I dove and managed to stop it on the bounce.

“I think you dive too much,” the coach said.

***

I ran in on it. I knew that if I caught it, the game would be over. I dove, closing my eyes for some reason, and it ricocheted in and out of my glove. The pitchers had been invalid though, so we got another chance at it, and I just took it on the bounce and threw him out at the plate, though the umpire called the runner safe.

***

I was playing first, and ran in and dove for the pop up. I caught it, and rolled over. The umpire ruled that I didn’t catch it. We ended up winning the game 34-1 anyhow.

***

The ball was hit in the gap, and I ran and dove, the ball glancing off the tip of my glove. That ended up being the winning run.

***

The pitch I threw was popped up, and I ran towards it, and dove. I caught it forehand, and landed on my glove elbow, jarring the ball out and up into the air. I rolled over, looked up, and caught the ball barehanded.

***

I ran from third base into foul ground, and laid out and caught it in front of the third base coach for the opposition.

“That was one heck of a catch,” he said, and high fived me.

***

It was a perfect easy line drive for a diving catch, and I ran in from center. I dove, but did not extend my glove quite far enough, and it glanced off my glove. It was the first time I had missed a diving catch in three years.

***

The ball was hit out to me in right, and I came in a good deal, having figured out that the lights made the ball go shorter than it appeared it would. It plunged, and I dove to make sure I caught it. It was good I had, for it was the state tournament game.

***

It was thrown a good bit over my head, and I dove and made the catch, sliding along the hardwood.

“This is a gym you know,” another player informed me.

“I know.”

“You could get killed diving on it.”

“It hasn’t happened yet.”