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ONCE AGAIN, WE WERE in the same class. Gym or what I call my arch nemesis. Time after time, gym laughed in my face and mocked me being, athletically challenged. How can one be bad at Physical Ed?
But I was. The gymnasium was huge.
“Hi, hello! I am Sister Idwin. I am your Physical Ed instructor. Everyone, follow me!”
We followed Sister Idwin to the bleachers. Nine gym bags sat on the bench.
She grabbed a gym bag. “This bag has your gym uniforms. Gym uniforms are mandatory in my gymnasium.” She handed each of us a gym bag. “The girl’s locker room is to the right. Boys to the left.
Everyone, go change!”
I don’t want to change into gym clothes. I don’t want my classmates to make assumptions based on my scrawniness. Picked last because I appear to suck. The gym uniforms were
