Saturday, October 2, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Push-Ups and Gladiators
Before gladiators go into battle, adorned with $50 pink sandals bearing their names, they say to the emperor: "We, who are about to die, salute you." This pretty much sums up my feelings for PE, which I have dubbed "Public Embarrassment".
Me: *does push-up*
Person next to me, whom shall hereby be referred to as "Ick": 90 degrees!
Me: What? *makes an effort to execute another push-up*
Ick: That's still 45 degrees.
Me: I don't get it.
Ick (exasperated): Your arms!
Me, who already knew that: *sighs and does push-up with effort*
Ick: Oh, never mind. *goes back to bragging about athletic prowess*
Me: *sighs and does last push-up*
Teacher: Good job, Emma! You're really working up a sweat!
Me: *smiles tightly, because I assume that no matter how dreadful and primitive PE is, that was meant as a compliment, and is equally sure that the teacher had been listening to the whole conversation, and may take points off of Ick's score for not showing me how to do a push-up and just insulting me instead*
I WAS NOT BORN WITH THE GIFT OF PUSH-UP-NESS. SORRY.
Me: *does push-up*
Person next to me, whom shall hereby be referred to as "Ick": 90 degrees!
Me: What? *makes an effort to execute another push-up*
Ick: That's still 45 degrees.
Me: I don't get it.
Ick (exasperated): Your arms!
Me, who already knew that: *sighs and does push-up with effort*
Ick: Oh, never mind. *goes back to bragging about athletic prowess*
Me: *sighs and does last push-up*
Teacher: Good job, Emma! You're really working up a sweat!
Me: *smiles tightly, because I assume that no matter how dreadful and primitive PE is, that was meant as a compliment, and is equally sure that the teacher had been listening to the whole conversation, and may take points off of Ick's score for not showing me how to do a push-up and just insulting me instead*
I WAS NOT BORN WITH THE GIFT OF PUSH-UP-NESS. SORRY.
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