I try to mess with the thermostat dial outside of my bedroom but my dad will kill me
I love the sport of hockey. I grew watching my favorite player lacing up the pads week in and week out in the national hockey league. Some of the things I do in the goaltender net resembles how he played. In no way or shape am I saying I will ever be as good as him but I just love his playstyle. I practice or do pick up games 4 to 5 times a week to keep myself in shape and get better. I play for my highschool team and hope to find a spot on a college team. Outside of playing hockey I work at the local fast food restaurant. I make minimum wage and it’s ok overall. Everyone has to start somewhere, am I right? So the weird things about me that I do when I don’t practice or in games. You can find me always preparing my body to be on the ice. At home I have my own air conditioner and I crank that bad boy to the highest setting possible. It feels like you walk into a freezer when you enter my bedroom. I try to mess with the thermostat dial outside of my bedroom but my dad will kill me. I did it one time and he expected to come home from work in a cozy house but found out the house was an ice box. That is most likely why he bought an air conditioner for my bedroom and invested in a smart thermostat so he can see the temperatures of the house. I learned my lesson to not mess with that again.