First classes of the school year, and I have a test tomorrow. Great, if my parents find out, I'll have to sneak out to go to hockey tryouts, because they'd make me study.
Scratch that, turns out our professor is a huge hockey head, so anyone who is trying out for the team tonight can write the test the day after. I think because of his generousity, everybody is going to day they're trying out. Though it doesn't matter to me, I wouldn't miss tryouts test or no test.
Four Hours Later
I was the first person laced up, and on the ice. I didn't know what to do, so I found a puck, and just started shooting on the empty net. Slowly, more players started to show up. All skaters. They all just grabbed pucks and started shooting as well. Finally a goalie came out, and since there was no sign of the coaches, we started a shootout. Right in the middle, the coaches came onto the ice, so I didn't even get my shot.
The coaches spent a few minutes introducing themselves to the players, mainly the new ones, and then just like that it was on. Though, it wasn't what I expected. Shooting drills, skating drills, fastest skater races, shootouts. It was like a skills competition. What I had in mind was suicides down the ice and back, and skating laps, more conditioning type of stuff.
Two hours later, the coaches had made decisions. First cuts. There were about forty of us, the coaches cut five players I didn't know, or catch the names of.
I skated off the ice, to the dressing room.
First tryouts were over. Next one's on Wednesday, two days from now.