an excerpt from one of my essays for a contest |
In high school P.E. class, we were playing kickball. For those of you that don't know what kickball is, well it is just like baseball, except it is played with a large rubber ball that is kicked instead of hit with a bat. It was my turn "at bat" and I was already nervous about being in front of the entire class. When I get nervous I tend to do stupid things, usually uncontrollably. As I started to kick the ball, somehow I stepped on it and ended up launching myself around 4 feet into the air, all while my body was spinning in a complete 360. As I slammed into the gym floor, and realized what just happened, I began to pray for a fire, or earthquake, anything that would prevent all 35 of my peers from standing there staring at my lifeless body. My teacher held out his hand to help me up, which I dismissed with a look of "LOOK AWAY YOU FOOL!". The sounds of everyone rolling around on the floor laughing slapped me back to reality.. I have never moved that fast in my life, I jumped up and sprinted to the locker room. I eventually started laughing myself, but only after the teacher told me to come back because it was still my turn. Was he serious? There was no way I was getting back up there, and I didn't. I sat for the rest of the class, laughing and hurting. |