School sports
Let’s talk about school sports — also known as PE. I have never understood why this subject is graded in the first place. If the goal is supposedly our health, then maybe start by giving us less homework so we’re not constantly stressed and exhausted??
Instead, we get things like being forced to run — and I mean actual running, not that strategic fast-walking survival technique — for 30 minutes. Thirty whole minutes of my life. For context: the only time I usually run is when my brother is chasing me through the house.
And we run in circles. Technically they’re not perfect circles, but honestly, is that the important detail right now? No. It is not.
The real highlight, though, is the teachers who drive to the gym in their cars, then stand there watching while explaining to me how I should move my body… all while dramatically “stopping the time.” Sure. Completely believable.
Anyway, I have to go now. Today is my last graded PE lesson of my life. After that, the torture ends and I will finally escape the devil’s grip.
And just to defend myself here: I’m not particularly unsporty. It’s simply a matter of principle. (I wrote this earlier today, but as my network was breaking down, I'm publishing it now. For the record, I slept for about two hours after my sports lesson, and technically I haven't passed the class – except my teacher might give me a good final grade for my 'positive engagement'. Can't hurt to hope, eh?)















