Since the semester changed 3 days ago, instead of spending my second period
comfortably in the school's video editing room, i now spend it in the cold,
medievil gymnasium. while in this place, i am surrounded by people who would
gladly gnaw their arms off for the good ole alma mater (AKA jocks) and girls who
wear TONS of perfume and seem to get out of all the activities because of a rich
daddy or broken finger or split ends or something. the testostorone (sp?)in the place is so thick you could cut it with a chainsaw.
Is it fair that an average unathletic punk/kid/geek/left arm is shoved in with
20 frenzied meatheads and a pigskin or dodgeball for 35 mins a day?? NO! should
we be FORCED to touch our toes, no matter how unflexible we might be? NO! should
we be manipulated and tested like lab rats, trying out whatever new "athletic"
games by those evil masterminds we call teachers?! NO! (one particularly twisted
one we were forced to participate in freshman year was called "scooter soccer"
which involved pushing yrself around while sitting on 2ft by 2ft squares of wood
with wheels attached on the bottom trying to kick a soccer ball into a goal. the
total number of casulties (smashed fingers) was in the 50's) and most of all,
should the importance of physical strength and the inferiority of our own
athletic abilities be further drilled into our heads daily WITHOUT our consent?
YES...i mean NO!!!!!
and this brings me to the point of this ether induced rambling, GYM SHOULD BE
VOLUNTARY!
they tell us it's to keep in shape. does being slammed around by victory hungry
jocks give YOU bulging muscles?! what gives the fat arthretic school board the
right to decide whether or not we need to get in shape?
if gym wasnt mandatory, we would be able to spend those 40 mins learning about
something we might actually use someday..... or at least be able to sleep in a
study hall!
"gym" is just an excuse for the jocks to prevail and dominate. its just another
glorification of the athletes, who are already pampered enough! (early
dismissals for games, banners praising their names, cheers that make them sound
like gods....etc)we have to end this madness, one broken finger at a time.
LATEST REBELLION
today, when given the ultimatum to play 4on4 or Pig, my best friend and i stood, arms crossed, scowls in place, and joked around. when the teacher told us to "get moving, girls" we sadly said that we were out. every little bit counts, right?! RIGHT?!?!
