Warning to future GCSE PE students – this subject is a bad idea, unless you like the thought of working for 6 hours non-stop.
Hmm… I’m always complaining about PE, maybe I should be nice about it once. Yeah, no, never going to happen.
Last night, I was determined to fake an accident to avoid my PE mock moderation day but my courage failed me and I ended up going to school anyway. Curse my guilty conscience. (Currently fighting a very strong urge to insert a rage comic here.)
I was dressed fairly stupidly; I had worn trainers, tracks and a pull over but I had also worn an office coat, hat and I carried a college bag. In short, I was looking like half an athlete, and half an office women. It was beautiful to walk out of the house in an attempt to make a fashion statement.
I arrived at school at about 8 in the morning, only to stand frozen at the sides of the trampoline…not entirely because of the cold air in the hall but mostly because of the fear that was crawling up my spine in my veins, electrocuting my body cells. I was rather scared at first, but then I decided that I shouldn’t be and I that I should be awesome instead.
Didn’t work.
The clocks are never in my favour at school, they always move too fast during science (a subject that I like) and too slow in mostly all others, so you can guess what the situation was like in the hall today. It felt like the Earth stood still – but people kept bouncing. Okay, bouncy people on a still Earth. They should make a film about this…
I had to do my routine (a collection of stupid bounces) 3 times. I felt like the most stupidest person in the hall. I was in year 11, doing a 6 bounce routine that I couldn’t even get right when there were people (including yr 10 students) doing back somersaults on the other trampolines. All I had to do was bounce a little, sit and get up and then bounce again and I couldn’t even do that in the first go.
After that we had Netball – another sport I suck at. I almost hit my partner in the face. For the drills, I was at least trying to snatch the ball off the competitors but because our partners did nothing but stand like statues during a “team-effort” game, we were so bad that we had to compete against the year 10s, and we still lost.
But that wasn’t enough for me, 90 minutes for trampolining and 90 mins of netball were not enough at all, I longed for more physical fatigue. So, we had fitness for another 60 minutes. It wasn’t jogging on the treadmill at the gym, oh no! We were doing 3 circuits of 6 stations and we had to spend about 40 seconds on each.
After lunch we had another hour of rounders (a bat and ball sport that is a lot like baseball.) And again, I almost killed my partner twice because my overarm throws were too high and I once almost smashed a fielders face after hitting the ball really hard with my bat. Yeah, a lot of people know that I kill people… Not intentionally! It’s just a subconscious desire to hurt.
But the most important thing was that I SURVIVED! You know those days when you feel like your going to die and you think about your family and your friends and start getting emotional. I didn’t have any of those. The first thing I thought of was a shower. Sorry people, I love you too, you know I do, it’s just… I LOVE SHOWERS MORE OKAY!
