Your gym teacher took pushups very seriously. You could do one regular pushup before you had to switch to what he called the "girlie ones." What was worse, doing the pushups or hearing him say "girlie ones" over and over again?
The worst feeling in the world was being the last one picked. You already knew that you weren't popular or great at sports. Did you need to be reminded every single day in class? Just remember: Your mom thinks you're special.
Here is a great idea! Let's put a bunch of boys and girls in a room and find out how fat they are in front of each other. That way they can compare themselves to others and feel even more self-conscious about their bodies and about coming into their own. Great idea! Let's do it.
Your mom won't let you shave your legs yet. Your boobs are still teeny tiny. You don't have any curves, and you still have some of your baby fat. And now you have to get naked in front of the hottest girl in school to change into your uniform. Fun!
It already sucks that you have to be there. But then there are those bullies in class that make it worse. And most of the time they are no better than you are when it comes to sports. Back off bullies; we're doing our best.
Can I ask a question? WHY the balance beam? Why do we all have to learn how to use a balance beam? Have you ever had to balance over a log or a piece of wood or on ANYTHING shaped like that at all? Who cares about the balance beam? NO ONE.
You see that it is raining outside and your eyes light up! Could it be that gym class would be cancelled due to the weather? Nope. Instead they will make you play stupid games inside like fake snowshoeing. Which is a skill that the school feels that you desperately need to know even though you live in Florida.
Climbing rope was the worst. The rope was prickly and it gave you splinters and it burned your hands. You couldn't even get up an inch, but there was always that one kid that could climb up and touch the ceiling in less than 30 seconds.