No, seriously.

This much pain is inhumane to expect me to live through.

I thought I was USED to the classes now... I mean, I was fine after Gymnastics, and during Ballet I thought I could fly I was so limber and loosened up!

Alright, I learned the basics of the Vault -- there's a lot more to it than just bouncing on the thing and jumping up over the other thing -- and did some more tumbling. There was a girl there from some farm that's homeschooled who came in to practice on the uneven bars... just... whoa. She was awesome.

Since Ballet and Gymnastics are in the same building, and Ballet is right after 'Nastics, I just trotted up the stairs and into the studio and stretched and limbered with the other early arrivals, and went into the stuff we were being taught by Simone. She's good at translating what Miss Gundarsdottir wants us to do to where we newbies understand. It was a lot of fun and we're all really getting to trust each other more and more.

So, I shower and change back into street clothes. I go downstairs and out to wait in front of the building for Mom. It was like, five minutes tops that I sat there doing nothing.

Mom pulled up and waved.

I stood up, waved, and screamed.

It hurts WORSE than last week! How is that even possible?!?

I dropped my bag and sat back down and it hurt so much!

So I'm being sore and Mom is laughing at me again, and when we get home Daddy hugs me (ow!) and tells me that I'll be okay and that stretching would help -- and it would be a help if I stretched after my classes like I do before.

Now they tell me.

Daddy rubbed my back.

And my legs.

And my arms.

And my shoulders.

And my neck.

I have a kickin' Daddy. He said he'd figure out something semi-athletic to do with me on Sundays so that I don't "unlimber" (izzat even a word?) over the one day I don't have classes.

Okay. In the floor in the splits and bending over toward my left foot when the phone rings. Daddy answers it and brings it over to me, and well... 'Nessa and her mom were calling to see if they could come by to talk. I talked a minute or three and then handed the phone off to Mom and about 20 minutes later, I was entertaining my first guest while 'Nessa's mom and Mom and Daddy were talking in the living room. Later, they called me in there with 'Nessa so that I could answer some questions for her mom and help them both understand.

I think it went well, 'Nessa gave me a hug before she left and whispered to me that I was more fun as Courtney than as Ethan. Yay! She gave me her phone number and asked if she could sit with me and my friends at lunch at school. I told her well, Duh, the silly girl. She's ONE of my friends, so of course she could! Her mom grinned at us and then told me she thought it was strange that she didn't realize I was a girl before. Oh, she's a therapy-doctor... so I guess she figured that she should've been able to catch on?

So, like, keeping track of things puts me at twice as many friends less than two weeks as Courtney than I had my whole life as Ethan.