Milkapoke

So y'know how I said that I got a new High School Swim coach about a month back? Yeah, that.

I fucking hate him.

I FUCKING HATE him.



So I went into the first day of practice about a month ago, not knowing what was about to happen. The swimmers that are on Bulba know what to expect: 25's, 50's and 100's at the most. What does this asshole throw at us?

3 x 300's and 4 x 400's. Bullshit. Some people haven't even swam competitevly before.

The days following got harder and harder, and they still are. This moron doesn't even know how to write a decent practice, or even a poor practice. It's the worst I have ever experienced.

Next: The meet Lineups. Usually, I don't have a problem with this. But this year, it's a MAJOR problem.

So we have this one girl on the team. Let's call her F. F is super good at Fly and Sprint Free, and in the past, she has done 100 Fly and two Free Relays. She was always good, yada yada yada. I have always done 500 Free- it's a staple for me. I have been determinded immensly to break my sister's 500 Free record, and I plan to do so.

But then, this asshole suddenly tells F that SHE'S going to break the record that I HAVE BEEN CHASING AFTER FOR TWO YEARS. I have told him not to do this, because she needs to get points in other events. F is definetly our fastest 100 Flyer, and one of the best 50 and 100 Free-er's. She goes about the same time as I do in the 500 Free, so I don't really know what the fuck he's doing.

Then,...oh, I shouldn't say this, but I am.

He's practically....a pervert.

(Don't read this if you are offended by my statement above- you will need to use Brain Bleach after reading this section)

So in practice a while ago, I couldn't breathe (as normal). So I got out, took my inhaler, and started doing some sort of workout out of the water. My friend (let's call her Q) was also out of water and doing dryland because her arm was broken.

So the assistant coach (who's fucking awesome) tells us to stay in a squatted position for a minute. We get down (That sounds funny P:) and stay there. Then, our head coach comes over (The one I despise with a passion) and says the most grotesque thing I have ever heard that regards me:

"You guys are like thorough-bred horses!"

...

"Let me get out my whip."

Me and Q just looked at each other with the most weirded out look. I was thinking, "What the FUCK did he just say to me?".

Also, he does something that he's not supposed to AT ALL in this High School sport- Touch us. No, not in a perverse way, but he holds our shoulders. Like, holds them. it is against the rules for coaches to make any physical contact with their athlete. If I see him doing that one more time, I'm reporting him.

And little tidbits that make me extremely uncomfortable- He watches us swim 24/7, but says NOTHING about our technique. I do EVERYTHING wrong, but nada. He stands there. Then, he sits very close to us. Like, too damn close.

Lastly, he did something that just pissed the fuck out of my today.

So after practice, me and my sister went in my car and started driving away. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I see that he's right behind me. With that, I started conducting an experiment.

About two weeks ago, I also drove home, with him right behind me. I went down some windy roads instead of Main Street, and he followed me. I held my breathe until I pulled into my neiborhood, where he finally stopped following (of course).

How does he know I drive an Audi? He watched me get out of it.

Anyhoo, back to the main story: I pull out of the parking lot; he's right behind me. But now, instead of me taking the quicker, windy roads, I took the slower, more agitating Main Street. And what does he do? Follow me. Why? Fuck, I don't know. He's a moron.

My sister was also in the car, and she was getting very uncomfortable. So instead of driving straight into my neiborhood, we drove into the Business Park. He went on his way, going wherever he lives.

But seriously, it's getting to the point where I'm hating swim because of this old fuck.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I can't wait for the season to be over, though I still have two months. I just want to break my sister's record and quit until that assfuck leaves.

I have a grudge now.

Ugh.