Rainy Day

It's pouring outside incase you weren't aware.  My valuables are okay so no worries there but the rest of me is soaked and it's supposed to keep up all night :(  Don't get me wrong, I usually love rain just not when I know I'm going to have to be at the library the whole time it's raining.  On a happier note we have a new professor for MCB.  He is actually the one that wrote our book (intimidating) and he came in today wearing a button up with a fleece vest, he's bald and has a Hitler mustache (even more intimidating.)  When he started talking he had an accent which was somewhat difficult to understand but he ended up being one of the coolest professors I have had at this fine university.  I spent a majority of the class trying to figure out his accent and I've decided I think it is eastern european because he sounded like someone else I used to know.  This someone was named Dragan (no joke) and he was my soccer trainer.  For probably three years of travel soccer we met with Dragan three times a week and they were the three worst days of the week.  He was definitely a drill sergeant when it came to soccer.  I mean we were third grade girls, how good at soccer could we really be.  He used to have juggling competitions and we did the same passing routine every practice for half an hour (I can still dribble a ball like you wouldn't believe.)  There were some things he made us do that I hate though.  Example: he would have us stand on the midline of the field and he would be in the goal.  He would punt the ball and expect us to head it back to him.  Do you know how many times I got hit in the face doing that? Me neither, I spent most of the time with my eyes closed (always got yelled at for that.)  Speaking of yelling he would always spit when he yelled and when he headed the ball sweat would bounce off so it really sucked if he used your ball or you stood too close!  After a while he was forced to leave.. but all of us on that team will never forget him or his antics.. we can laugh about it now because he is long gone.  I forgot to mention that he was a singer on the side so if you ever hear a song by Dragan from Yugoslavia, you've got the right man.