If there are two things I hate in this world, it's gym class and today's music. Yet, in a heartbeat, would I trade gym class for math class where I would have to listen to today's music. On a loud volume. That is almost always the case. Except for today.
We played lacrosse. (If, for some reason, you have no sweet clue what lacrosse is, it's a sport, like soccer/football, except instead of using your body to move the ball and score, you use a basket on the end of a stick.)
I think the main reason I don't like gym class is because everyone thinks I suck at everything, which is a lie. I don't suck at everything, just things that involve being the fastest, or the most skilled, with the exception of swimming and curling. That being the fact, our curriculum lacks both swimming and curling.
We usually have two or more classes for every sport. If I don't prove myself as not sucking in the first class, then I'm screwed, and a viewed as the loser one should never pass to for every other class where we play that sport. For lacrosse, it wasn't my fault; I was paired up with Julia on skills day, and she sucks at throwing and catching, so she totally screwed me over. I didn't have a chance to prove myself. Today was game day, where we actually got to play lacrosse. I might not have always caught the ball, but I very rarely let it get away. If it didn't slip right into the basket, I bounced it on the edge until it did, and it almost always did.
For the life of me, I don't get it. Wherever the ball was, I was right there with it. I intercepted, retrieved, and took back the ball loads of times. I did better than some of the sporty kids on my team. (That might not be totally true, but it feels like I did better, even if when they were open, they got the ball immediately.)
Let it be known that I do have awesome lacrosse powers, and I were playing against kids who didn't shove each other, I'd be like a lacrosse god.
Feel the good feels, my people.
P.S. Haven't said that in public yet, looking forward to when I get the chance.
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