Guys, I gotta talk about something serious that happened to me in my elementary school years. For the record, I'm talking about grades second through fifth. This was always happening during gym class. When we did gym class activities that required teams, we were allowed to be in four teams each. Or sometimes more. Anyways. Each time, captains for each team were picked. When it was the turn for the girls, I always anticipated and even got my hopes up about being picked to be a captain. I should've accepted my fate then and there. I was never chosen to be one. Even my friends, who were girls, weren't even chosen either, most of the time. There was a rare occasion that they were. But me? Nope. It got to the point in fifth grade where I had enough! I was gonna talk to my gym teacher and tell him what I felt it was like to never be picked to be a team captain. It really hurt me. And most of the time, my classmates, who were captains, never picked me or my friends, making my gym teacher choose which team we were going to be on! I was gonna do it. But then school closed because a worldwide pandemic just showed up, COMPLETELY UNINVITED, and then made me spend the rest of fifth grade at home almost every day. So I never got to talk to my gym teacher about that. I know I should've done it earlier, but I was a pretty sensitive kid. So my mind on this matter is made up. I've held my tongue long enough. I know it's too late to talk to him about it considering I'm eighteen, now. But if any of you are having your feelings hurt at school because of something like this or because of a different reason, almost every single day, please don't be afraid to speak up for yourself. Talk to someone trustworthy. Explain how you're feeling. Don't hold back like I did and wait until it was way too late. But nowadays, I feel better, actually. Because I made myself the captain of my own team of my own personal feelings. I'm the captain of my own team now and that team is all of the feelings and thoughts inside of me, and my past imaginary friends, of course. (Yes. I had imaginary friends when I was a kid. Don't judge me.) But again. It's important to speak up for yourself.
