Ok, so, I'm back in school for my 7th grade year. (YES, I'm only in the 7th grade. That's why my grammar sucks cheese.) It's after the first 9 weeks and I'm still in Remediation, A.K.A. Enrichment, For having an F in social studies. Bleh. Buuuut.... This 9 weeks I'm in Gym, A.K.A. P.E., Thankfully. Ooor maybe not so thankfully...
Flashback
My friend, Christine: (To my math teacher) What's third period this nine weeks? (Each 9 weeks we have something different. Ex. Health, Arts and Humanities, P.E.)
My Teacher, Mrs. Melody: Um let me see..... Oh! You have P.E. this 9 weeks.
Me: (Thinking) Gym? Sweet!
Christine: Hey, Destiny!?!? Squirrel!
(It's an inside joke... I'll tell you the story some day...)
Me: He he...
(The bell rings)
Me: (Jumps up and down) YAY!! MATH'S OVER!! GYM TIME! WOO!! (Runs down the hall the the Elementary Gym(Yet another long story about why it's the Elementary Gym...))
Me: (Gets to the gym) YAY!!!
Keith, this really annoying, weird boy: (He runs into me(On purpose -_-))
Me: Ow! Keith, what the heck?
Keith: Ha ha, that didn't hurt!
Me: Rigggght....
Coach Blackman(Yes, that is his real last name.):Sit down everyone! This is gym. Some times we will stay here in the Elementary gym, sometimes we'll go to the High School Gym, and sometimes we'll go out side. If we go outside, we have to run 3 laps around the track. (Which is equal to 1/4 of a mile.)
Me: (Eyes widen and I gasp, nearly passing out from how far we have to we have to run)
Coach: Or you can walk.
Me: (sighs with relief)
Coach: But in the middle of the 9 weeks we have to run half a mile in six minutes and it's half your grade.
Me:
Needless to say, Gym is going to kill me. Mainly because I have asthma and because I'm Slightly over weight. Bleh.
