After school on ordinary days, I rush to my car so I can go to golf practice.
I sit around and act like Iím warming up, but I just talk to my friends. Then I head up to the tee box and pull out the big dog.
We try to play serious and play to our best abilities, but we just end up messing around and doing whatever.
When we are done we go have a chat with "the man" Mr. Sime.
After golf practice I usually work or go home and relax.
My mom then makes me a scrumptious dinner.
At this time I either go do nothing or if I have enough energy go back to the golf course and practice.
Then I drive back home.
I sleep with high hopes set on a new day.