P.E. : Painful Embarrassment

Hello ladybugs and grasshoppers. In order to be consistent, I'm going to start again with my introduction.
I'm Adelle, and yes, I'm still here. Hopefully I won't be going any time soon. (Hear that, Boris, Chichi? Keep me here. Please. :3)

So today I'm going to talk about a topic that I am very passionate about. It's not a good passion, though. It's the burning hatred passion. Deep burning hatred in the pit of my stomach passion. I am passionate about hating it. Anyway. The topic.

P.E.

I've always hated P.E.

Well actually, now that I think about it, it all started in the first grade. Before then I was perfectly fine with sports and the like. I played soccer, even (try not to scream). But then I got older, and as I got older I realized how much I hated it.

As I said, it all started in the first grade.

The teachers in my school in the first grade were demonic. Evil. Satan's spawn. (Seriously though, they were pretty brutal.) Add that with the fact that I am not even remotely talented at sport, and it's a match made in hell. Then I grew older and moved schools, and realized it wasn't because of the teachers.

So lets go through the different sports and how much I suck at all of them! Oh rejoice!

Basketball:
Okay, so I was never good at this sport. I swear, when I was in the first grade I couldn't even dribble because every time I moved the ball bounced off of my shoe. -,-
The worst part is I haven't even really improved... Yeah, that says a lot doesn't it?

 I don't really understand basketball, though. I mean, for a danger magnet like me, throwing a ball into hoops over my head is honestly just an accident waiting to happen. I'm surprised I'm still alive... How did that happen?
Oh right. Avoidance.

Soccer:
My hand-eye coordination is bad. My foot-eye coordination is even worse. Just, stay away. I can kick, but I have no accuracy or ball control, so there is a likely chance I'll hit someone where they wouldn't want to be hit. Take this as a warning.

Football:
Everyone else is like

and I'm just like

Badminton/Tennis/Baseball/Literally Any Sport with a Racket:
Me + Racket = Someone dies.
'Nuff said.

Track and Field:
I despise track. Even more that any other possible sport (don't hold me to this. I won't be responsible if someone finds a sport worse than track).
It's like, everyone else is running around and I'm just-

Not ONLY is is incredibly embarrassing but- I- Just- sigh. I can't even.

Anything Else:
Just... No.

For some people P.E. is the best subject in school- hold on give me a minute.

*laughs hysterically*
*chuckles a bit*
*giggle*
*long sigh*

Okay I'm good.

Now for me, P.E. falls somewhere just below Nicki Minaj lyrics on the scale of 'Oh-Dear-God-Kill-Me-Now'. Below Nicki Minaj lyrics, but above One Direction. So pretty far out there. I'd put it in the top percent of reasons-I-stay-up-late-and-cry-into-my-pillow-like-an-emo.

I know it's a bit ironic, because Boris writes most all of his blog post about sport, and I'm writing one that tears it up, poops on it and buries it in the back yard. But I don't dislike people because they're good at sport. I may not understand the way they wish to spend their free time, but then again they may not understand the way I spend mine.

Not that I'd hold that against them. Not many people would.

I think I'm gonna stop now, before I isolate too many of the readers.

Okay.

This is the end.








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