"To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause – there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered."
— William Shakespeare’s Hamlet
Being busy does not excuse you from blogging about our superior team.
This means you, Shishido.
I hope you are enjoyed it as you failed to show up for this morning’s practice.
Mukahi and Shishido’s.
Do not let this distract any of you from practicing. That is all.
You may go.
You should at least attempt to understand a few things, Shishido. But then again…
“It has taken me all my life to understand it is not necessary to understand everything.”
If you need a nap, do so in the clubroom. Not the PE equipment storage.
Jirou: Shishido, can you come and get me? I’m lost…
Me: Where the hell are you?
Jirou: Somewhere with really comfy but smelly mats?
Jirou: It’s also kind of dark in here…
Me: You’re in the PE equipment room again, aren’t you.