• I use to rave about how gym was my favorite subject in elementary school because you did nothing but play. But taking gym in high school was a different story. My gym teacher pushed us really hard and tortured us until we were in agony. When we didn’t listen to her instructions we’d either have to run a mile around the track or a get a doge ball thrown to our head, which I preferred more. Running five times around the track was like trying to run a marathon. However, that’s not the worst part. One day the girls and I were learning how to do kick ups with a soccer ball as well as attempt to hit the ball with our chest. I was practicing how to hit a ball with my chest but it hurt me, so every time I tried I always ended crying “Ow.” Anyways, my teacher yelled out, “Stop complaining, you don’t have anything there!” I was appalled and embarrassed not only becuase I was offended but because there was guy at the door who heard everything. How humiliating. redface