No Triple Salchows Here

So I guess this picture requires a bit of a story, here goes... Nate got an academic scholarship from BYU for the year, but he is required to take a certain amount of credits to keep it. Well, this semester he needed an extra half credit, so what did I do? I signed him up for figure skating and told him that it was an ice skating class that's what. Sadly, before he went to the first day of class he read the syllabus. You should have seen the look of horror on his face when he saw that he would have to perform a three minute choreographed routine to music. Tee hee. When I sent him off with spandex in hand I think we both had the sneaking suspicion that he would have to drop his masculinity at the door before going to class. Sadly for me it turns out that you can choose to do either figure skating OR ice hockey. Guess what he chose. Although you would think that being Canadian would make you a good hockey player, trust me, it doesn't (see above photo). Somehow he landed on his chin--don't ask me how. So much for my triple salchow. It would have made SUCH a great birthday present.

*OK, so Nate wants me to edit this story for content (embellishment to be more specific). I guess he didn't ACTUALLY go to his first class with spandex, but the offer still stands if he want to borrow mine. Sorry for the exaggeration, it was only to enhance the humor in the story, and c'mon people, what do you expect from an English major anyway? The rest of the story is true though, but I know what you're thinking. Can you really trust me now, and my answer is...of course you can. Bwahahahahaha!