Wednesday January 15, 2003

Why are gym teachers all crazy?

To graduate from BW, students have to take four HPE classes (phys ed). I already had two down, so I signed up for two more this semester. One of those classes is badminton. But not just any badminton, POWER badminton (according to the teacher). Lucky for me, he's a football coach... one who feels the need to shout at everyone, even if they're standing two feet away. On the first day of class, he gathered our group together and started shouting...

Okay, now I know everyone thinks badminton is a sissy sport, where the players leisurely toss the birdie to one another. WELL, GUESS WHAT FOLKS, THIS AIN'T GONNA BE THAT CLASS. IN HERE, I'LL HAVE YOU SMASHING THAT BALL IN PEOPLE'S FACES, HITTING POWER SHOTS UNTIL SHOULDERS ARE SORE, THOSE BIRDS SHOULD HAVE THEIR FEATHERS RIPPED OFF IN TEN MINUTES. YOU WILL HURT, I GUARANTEE IT.

Yeah, well I hurt. It's not too bad, but my shoulders are killing me. The coach is insane, he looks as if any minute his head will shoot off his body. And we'll probably have to volley it back and forth for an hour so he doesn't get on our backs. On the plus side there are a lot of cute guys in there. I just hope I won't be hurting too bad to stand up straight and smile.