4.)Share a diary entry from when you were 13...feel free to make one up! (Which do you think it is?)
In PE our teacher made us do pull ups in class. It’s not fair that I’m the tallest one and have the most to lift! All those short boys and muscular girls could do it. All I could do was reach up, grab the bar and jump into a pull up. That should count right? Not so much a pulling action but a jet-action. Yes, “jet-ups.” Let’s see those short kids do jet-ups. It’s no fair that I can’t get an A just because, in some strange situation I’ll most likely never find myself, I will be unprepared to “pull” myself out of say, a 5 foot deep pit. The thing is, anyone who actually needs to do a pull up has to because they are too short to see over whatever high spot that I would only need my tippy-toes to see over. So, Mr. P.E. teacher, you can just go to Pull-up
hell heck purgatory! Whatever happened to practical lessons in P.E.? I could see the benefit of shoelace tying contests, piggyback riding safety, how to properly carry a heavy backpack, or how to knock out the 5 ft. nothing, pimply faced boy who dared to pinch my behind today. Yes, that would be a practical lesson in physical education. Why couldn’t I react quicker? That hurt! I could have done that awesome kick Daniel gave Johnny in the Karate Kid. Or maybe given him a climactic punch like the one George McFly gave Biff in Back to the Future. Oh, where is Mr. Darcy when I need him? Is there nobody left to defend my honor?
So, anyway, later today I stepped in some gum right before I got on the bus and had to scrape it off on the…