Life Story: Chapter Thirty Five

Welcome to a series of stories that basically make up my autobiography. It’s not entirely thorough, but I’ll do the best I can with the memories locked away inside my head. Could be therapeutic for me. Could be humorous for you. Either way, enjoy…

Previously on Life Story… I started my freshman year at Patrick Henry High School, home of the Patriots. It was awesome miserable.

In 9th grade I took P.E. during the zero period. It’s not as cool as it sounds. Zero period took place every day before school actually started. Whoever came up with the idea of a zero period should be taken behind the field house and beaten. It’s a bad idea.Life Chapter 35 - DodgeballIt’s hard enough to keep oneself awake during home room. Imagine trying to drag yourself out of bed to run in the gym or play a pick up game of basketball at 7 a.m. Needless to say, I did pretty poorly on that year’s physical fitness test.

I don’t think I would have ever minded P.E. growing up if it hadn’t been for the physical fitness testing. All that pressure to run the mile in a reasonable amount of time and do multiple sit-ups in under a minute. I don’t even want to talk about the pull-ups. About the only thing I could do well was the sit and reach. But that’s because I was still really anorexic, therefore, all those bones in my spine had plenty of room to move around.

Gym was much cooler the following summer when I took my final P.E. credits during summer school. Sure, I had to go to P.E. for four hours a day, five days a week. But you know what? I got to go swimming and skating and bowling and golfing and tennising and white water rafting. P.E. in summer school was awesome. Way better than the butt crack of dawn zero period.


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