Coaching Chronicles: Prologue

.....annnnd I Begin, without much ceremony.  Not in a very writey mood, but i might as well try:

Coaching classes--the nightmare that most students (no, not students--we're done with school, and not yet in college--young adults in academic limbo, more like it) have to go through to achieve their dreams (which, i suppose, turn into nightmares later, but that's another story). While shunning the worn-out path of Science (YOU're not taking science??? WHAT??) and half-heartedly taking up the path of Commerce (equally worn out-ha! So much for the road less travelled), the one thought that gave me relief was: No coaching. Suh-weet.

        Two years and a month later, I'm sitting in a crowded classroom, convinced that the quiet trickles gushing forth from somewhere within my dense hair and onto my forehead are my melting brains. And all I can think is: Coaching. Not suh-weet. At all.

And here begin the Coaching Chronicles. Subset of The Chronicles of My Life. Sub-sub-set of....I'll tell ya when I find out.

WARNING: Coaching is just the temporary binding glue of a vast universe of mindless rambling--for further clarification, refer to blog title.