Last night, like all other friday's, I went to Special Olympics. I was very, very tired from a long week, and so I wasn't really feeling like coaching; nobody really was, but we had a task to do, and we did it. As a whole, at least. Personally, I just floated around in the diving pool ( it's swimming season in the Special Olympics, and we were "training" at Deerfield Academy), watching everyone race. It was qualifiers, so all us coaches were doing was getting people to swim as hard as they could, and it didn't require me to be in the pool teaching people how not to drown. Anyway, since I was just sitting there I started thinking, and I realized why I always get so sad when I'm at DA. It's because here we were, at one of the most exclusive and rich private highschools in the country, where the wealthy, smart, and other cultural elites go to be taught, coaching the most unlucky people how to swim. Atheletes at the Special Olympics, and people with disabilities in general, have it really rough, and the hugeness of the gap between retarded people and DA really got to me. It's ironic, really. The least privledged being taught in the facilities of the most privledged. God, is life unfair.