Actually Minnesota's first year with a team, so everyone is super inexperienced, but the team that wins the university's competition gets to represent the university in the 'World Cup' in NYC, I think.
Yeah, Saffah, not going to convince me of the horrors of smoking. My mind is pretty firmly set in the eloquence of those cancer-ridden sticks. What care do I have if my face grows wrinkle, if my skin starts to age? Why have such a superfluous thought? What matters is my brain, not the lines on my face.
I bike between forty, and one hundred miles during the working week. Exercise is darling, one of the best highs I've ever encountered. Quitting is something, if I were one who wanted to quit, I could easily handle. My thoughts don't circumvent that yellow smoke, they haven't in the three years that I've smoked. I've gone from smoking about six cigarettes a day for months, and then just not one day.
Bearing the cold(and trust me, I know cold) isn't a delight, but it isn't terrible. I'm a big fan of the cold, and some of my best conversations with people have happened with those rolled buggers in hand. So far at college, most my closest friends I've all met smoking out on the log.
We'll just have to agree to disagree, I guess. I understand where you're coming from, but I just can't agree.