Those big, tough, jocks who run around with the ball and only pass it to those other big, tough, jocks? You know. The buff ones with the muscle shirts and the jungle under their arms..? They’re jerks. They get way too into the games, and they yell at who ever messes up. Really? It’s Physical Education. Not, How to survive being attacked by the Hulk 101.
There is no need to throw the ball as hard as you possibly can, at the poor, innocent child forced to be in the goal because all of the other testosterone-induced jerks can’t spare one round of the unnecessary intensity that they live for. They just NEED to be the alpha, the winner, the one and only champion of gym class. Now, that. Is a title to be proud of.
Last gym class, this poor kid was forced to be put into goal, and the look upon their face when this big, strong, angry teenager came charging at them with the ball… It was so sad, and it got even worse when they actually threw the ball… and it hit the kid right in the face… Bloody nose and everything.
What I don’t understand is how someone is incapable of toning down their rage for 85 minutes so all of the other uncoordinated people in their PE class won’t have to fear for their lives. They clearly play other sports so PE is not their only form of exercise. They really just need to calm down. Making people bleed? Just because they need to be number one in front of the chick in booty shorts and their best buddy? Okay. You’re cool.
Just calm down, and remember, you’re in gym class.
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Tags: gym class, high school
February 25th, 2010 at 6:22 am
Ok, I had to bring this up because I’m starting to notice a trend in the way you write. don’t get me wrong Libbers I like your rants…it’s just sometimes I feel like you’re always looking at only one side of things.
I’m not talking about the descriptive way you write, I mean… what must the “big tough jock” be thinking and the “poor kid” be thinking in that situation? I’m sure there’s at least a little remorse and shame in there that you didn’t write about. Did you say anything to either of them?
I can’t really relate to this one because we barely played dodgeball at my school, but I do remember one time that a kid’s glasses broke…really embarrassing but no bleeding though.
February 25th, 2010 at 5:02 pm
It’s funny, I had jocks in middle school, but in high school, there really aren’t any. Maybe I see it this way because my gym teacher looks like superman.
But in middle school OH CRAP the athletic jocks did everything in their power to make the fat kids feel like crap.
May 20th, 2010 at 6:15 pm
you know back in my gym class it was the girls who were viscious. i was in an all girls gym class in the 10th grade (btw i am a girl lol) and i remeber this one time playing flag-football…i got freaking tackled after miraculously catching the football, seriously wtf. I was just like okay ladies seriously there is NO tackleing in flag football alright….this is why we have the fucking flags….
good times.