I need larger lungs...

So I had my first b-ball practice today. "Basketball is an easy sport." "I don't need to keep in shape from football." After practice. "Oh, my precious lungs and muscles. My must you burn so?" It was quite pathetic. During all the conditioning my lungs felt really weird. It reminded me of hockey when I was breathing cold air the whole practice. It was strange. I still know that hockey practices were by far the hardest and most demanding. I've never been more worn out than after a hockey practice. Our basketball coach told us that we would be running much more next practices. YAY! If only the internet didn't do so much injustice to sarcasm...
School. Why do I even go? Someone please tell me that it gets harder as I go. Please. It's just sad. I haven't had one difficult class as of yet. Geometry I've heard might be mildly challenging at some points but overall nothing I can't handle. Spanish, a cool language, my spanish teacher... Well not so much. Imagine trying to teach spanish with a british accent. A strong one at that. She never is able to control the class. Constantly saying "Can we quite down guys?". She doesn't punish people at all. Peole like her make the schooling experience sooo much better.
Life as a whole seems to be going well. X-mas season has begun. While sitting out during choir, I'm actually quite surprised that people don't ask more questions. Oh well.
That's all everyone.