Cruel Life #8

There is this girl I like. She plays soccer. I think she is really good. The thing is, I do not talk to her because, I do not know how. It is stressing me out a little.
C: You should totally talk to her.
Me: But, I hardly even know her. I am bad with women.
C: Women? You are funny!
Me: Okay. I get it. It is just that, I do not know how to give her a conversation that... will not be awkward.
C: Go for it.
Me: But how? I do not know how to start conversation with wom... girls.
C: Be confident. It always works.


Fitness

As the bell rang, I happily went to the locker rooms. My next class was Physical Education, or PE. Period three was like the most exiting that year. So many Events. First, we had a PE teacher that most people ignored and did not listen to. I felt bad for him because no one seemed to respect him. I respected him, as I respected other teachers. One day, he was just gone. He was only with us for like three weeks. It was strange because all we had a sub after sub after sub. The next week, we had heard that he had retired. Yeah right! For all most of my friends and I knew, That guy was fired. Why? It was probably because he could not control his students. They were always wild, did not listen to him, and always threw basketballs to his head. I felt sorry for him. In the end, we ended up with many subs, but they were all cool.


P.E.

That year, I decided to start my running experiences. I ran laps like crazy. I always finished first, and always went for extra credit. It was a fun experience. After so many substitutions, we ended up with a permanent sub. He was a pretty good sub. He gave us really good stretches, and he treated us the way PE teachers are suppose to treat their students. Childish. He was one of the best teachers I had. I learned a lot about him. He did water polo, and graduated from CSUN University. Such a great guy. After a while, I thought he was our permanent teacher, but then he told me that he was just a sub, and that he was not going to teach next year. It made me feel sad because I really thought he should have kept going. He admired my good running because I was good at it. Some people thought that I was on steroids or something. They were crazy. Well, I think they were jealous because I was the only crazy one running and getting the A's. I met so many people that year. Most, did not even talk to me. I was not popular. I was a loner! It made me think that I was sad, so I ran to relieve stress. I did not care though. It was my fun period. We either played, or run. It was really fun.

Coach

I found out what it was like to be on a strange PE class, where the teacher is fired, The sub becomes your teacher, and actually makes the class more fun than the other popular PE class. there was always competition in between. I felt like we were better either way. I always felt motivated and happy to go to that class, because it relieved me from academical work in school. Sometimes, I dedicated myself to run extra every day, but it made my knee hurt for while. I eventually sucked it up and I became a good runner because of that class. I actually want to say that I am glad that my teacher was fired. It sounds bad, but I found My peace and motivation that way. It was worth it. All before the next class...

In Memory Of - Mr. Gomez