Congrats! You just won a semester of gym! I know I hate those words: gym and semester. Sweat, showing off boys, and very girly girls.
Our teacher loves the concept: pacers make you healthy. No. No they don't. I have run and run and not run and I haven't seen any change in my weight. (Maybe it's because I haven't had gym since last year, but I doubt it.) Plus, when you're short and normal sized you have to ask yourself, "Is running really my thing?" I have the answer! Me: no. You: maybe. I don't know, I haven't met you!
But the fact is, running isn't the only measure of physical activity! I can ski, bike, and hike like nobodies business! Can you? Can you, Mr. teacher?
I also ask, can you really be graded on how well you throw a dodge ball? Apparently! I know I was amazingly over hyper and ready to play dodge ball! It's like paintball assassin, except with dodge balls!
It turns out that I don't have good aim or reflexes. Yay? I got pummeled- pummbled?- with dodge balls. Plus, all the guys are dancing around and shouting. Uggggh! Do they have to show off? If only I could hit one of them with a dodge ball. But, my aim is two feet off. Maybe I should aim two feet off and then I'll hit them! (That doesn't work)
Here ends the second post ever!