I wrote this as part of a communal blog for my friend Nick, who is turning 25 tomorrow. However, I thought I may as well post it here as well
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In my form there was a certain solidarity between the various unpopular groups. I was never a "classic" nerd, in that I was never terribly good at maths or sciences, so I didn't really hang around with the maths/science people, and they pretty much hung out by themselves in the library. The people I was friends with in the early years of high school were mostly the kids from art and tech drawing classes, both of which quite a high burn-out quotient, as well as a reasonably high ratio of people with geekish obsessions like Zucker Brothers films, Star Wars, Star Trek, comics, etc. etc. All those people had the common bond of hating being forced to do PE.
Ohhhh it is nice to hear that other people had horror sports days.
Before I hit about age 8 I was a tall skinny child, who could run like the wind. Even when I turned it to a not so tall skinny child, I still thought I could run, so I still entered the 100m competition, but gave up around age 12.
We had to choose three events to partake in, so I generally chose things I could throw, eg shotput and discuss, and a few friends and I would do the 400m relay. I would manage to catch the baton but then I would run pretty slow. Ha.
Indeed! What are the exact dates? Oh wait we should just email. I use my gmail more often now than hotmail, so you can get me there: alexismcc@gmail.com
Oh, that all sounds somewhat frighteningly familiar. I hated our variation of sports day or any outing where I had to be outside all day, because I always got sick. Considering I'm incredibly fair-skinned (it's taken me three weeks of daily swimming to move beyond pale blue), and I grew up in central Florida, where the heat and humidity are lethal, many of my childhood memories are of going to parks, outdoor theaters, horseback riding, etc., followed by a crippling case of heat stroke. I've become almost phobic about it now.
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Before I hit about age 8 I was a tall skinny child, who could run like the wind. Even when I turned it to a not so tall skinny child, I still thought I could run, so I still entered the 100m competition, but gave up around age 12.
We had to choose three events to partake in, so I generally chose things I could throw, eg shotput and discuss, and a few friends and I would do the 400m relay. I would manage to catch the baton but then I would run pretty slow. Ha.
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Oh wait we should just email. I use my gmail more often now than hotmail, so you can get me there: alexismcc@gmail.com
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