I surfed a bit. I was a gymnast as a child, so I can ride a wave no problem, except that I'm five foot three and surfboards are, I don't know, closer to six feet, so if the wrong wave ever catches me-boom-I'm dust.
"I entered public school at thirteen and was bullied by the kids, who immediately picked up on my lack of social skills. I was as polite and pleasant to them as I would be to anyone... That's when I knew my parents were different."
It was a crazy time, very surreal, actually, if you want to know the truth. I have got this massive crowd of people, and all of a sudden you hear and you feel something that's very unusual. And I got down quickly.
Richard Fitts looked pretty amazing on the mound in his five scoreless innings of work, reaching 97 MPH on that fastball, and manager Chad Tracy opted to pull him perhaps a little earlier than his pitch count of 77 may have called for. It ended up biting him a little, as the bullpen got scorched.
It's hard to believe I'm already writing my final Leaving Cert Diary entry. The exams have been a whirlwind - intense, emotional and, at times, surprisingly uplifting.
I saw how similar Austen's family dynamics were to my own a couple of centuries down the line. When Austen's father stepped away from his post as a clergyman, it forced the family to leave their genteel rectory home for a series of ever more insecure living quarters.
Even after my first studio closed several years ago, I've always offered public yoga classes in this mountain town. Now with my current space closing soon, I won't be offering public classes anymore for the first time in nearly a decade.