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So. Tennis. Or rather, lack thereof. After playing once a week for three and a half months (mid-August-December) I stopped. Partly because my Mondays were insane with club after school, the hour commute home, and the fact that the tennis didn't start until 8:30 at night. So I wouldn't get home until 10:20 pm, then I'd have to shower, and if I still had schoolwork after that...well, I pushed 2:00 am nights a couple times. Not fun. The other part was because the classes themselves are just not what I'm used to. Midtown's stellar coaching has definitely spoiled me.

So I went one last Monday to say goodbye to everyone.

The man in the blue is Coah Oomura. The two guys are Kosei and Kohei (gah, similar...) and the girl is Kaho. After this photo, they all wanted to take individual shots with their cameras, so I was like, "Ok, sure, no problem".

The next thing they asked was how Americans took photos, since I said that, in general, we don't do the whole "peace sign" thing. So I put my arm around Kosei, like you do with a friend.



As did Kohei, when I took my photo with him. Kaho was fine. But still, everyone was laughing, and Kosei was just like "all of you stop it". I hate to say it, but it was really...cute. In a little kid kinda way.

That's what the courts look like. They're sand on indoor-soccer turf-ish stuff. I don't even know.

That's Junbei, who stopped about a month before I did, because he got a part time job.

Kohei, the guy on the left, has the most KICK-ASS awesome serve ever. He's easily the best out of us, and I know for certain he plays down a bit when there's "point-play".

And that's about it for life right now. Hanging in a few more days until BREAK! I repeat it like a mantra: BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK...


  1. Shame about the tennis, but it's probably a good idea. This comment notwithstanding, being up until 2 am when you have to be up early the next day SUCKS.

    Glad you're having a good time, I'm looking forward to seeing you when you get back.


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