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Monday, September 12th The first week of school for Jason was one of those weeks that went by incredibly quickly and painstakingly slowly at the same time. Before he knew it, the weekend had arrived, but each individual day of classes was horribly slow. He always looked forward to his class X and Frederick and the time he spent with Terry and Aafa. Still at the end of the day, he found himself missing Vancouver, thinking about what his friends back home were doing without him.  He never checked up on them though, Jason reasoned that he didn’t want to burden his friends with keeping him up to date. At the end of each day he felt stuck, not wanting to be a burden to his friends back in Vancouver, but not yet willing to accept Madison as home. Monday during lunch was the club fair for Madison North High School. Jason wanted to avoid it, but Terry and Aafa convinced him to at least walk around the fair. The trio made their way to the gymnasium where dozens of tables were set up to al...

Wednesday, September 7th Jason walked into his first class, arriving at the room about 15 minutes before class was scheduled to start. Jason arrived early to everything that had a set start time, mostly because he feared the embarrassment that came from being late. Jason’s first class was AP English Language and Composition with Mr. Johnson. According to Anya, Mr. Johnson was one of the most laid back teachers in the school. As Jason entered the room, he was greeted by the teacher who was sitting behind a cluttered desk in the corner.  “Hello there! The seating chart is on the stool at the front. What’s your name?” Mr. Johnson smiled as he spoke to Jason. Mr. Johnson was a teacher that always seemed to become energized by teaching, no matter how chaotic or intense his life was. Mr. Johnson was effectively bald, the grey horseshoe of curled hair that remained was cut short. The lights of the room shone against his exposed dark scalp. Jason struggled to find his voice, eventually s...

  August 17, Madison, Wisconsin, just before noon Jason reread the email one more time, confirming that he was in the right place at the right time. He glanced up at the sign that read “Madison North High School” and figured that he couldn’t be too far astray. He took a deep breath, letting the air fill his lungs and taking a moment to focus himself. Jason walked up to one of the many doors that formed a long row across the face of the building. As he approached the door, he prayed that it was unlocked and that he wouldn’t make an absolute fool of himself as he tried to open it. As his hand wrapped around the handle that was warm in the humid midwestern heat, he closed his eyes and pulled. A huge sense of relief flowed over him as the door swung open and he walked into the brightly lit entranceway. Looking down at the email again, he followed the directions to a room that connected to several offices. There Jason was greeted by a middle aged man sitting behind a massive desk full o...

  The Offseason Part 2  August 2nd, Madison, Wisconsin, around 3pm   It was the last practice for the MadBots mixed team before the Youth Club Championship Tournament the following weekend. The players were taking some feedback after an intense scrimmage. The summer air was hot and thick with humidity. Among the twenty or so players was a wide mix of jerseys. Frederick and Anya could be seen in their Madison North Jerseys. #55 of Madison South, who Frederick now knew as Ryan Mack, was there. Misty Sharp of Madison West Women was there along with a half dozen more players from West high school.  It was clear to everyone that just like the past summers, West was the top dog and everyone was chasing them. The rosters of the Madbots teams showed the clear hierarchy of Madison Youth Ultimate. Madison West’s Men’s and Women’s teams had by far the most players. Madison East, who finished second in both divisions was a distant second, followed by Madison North and nearby Ore...